TL;DR The Blue Pill is a fucking mistake of a subreddit and I poke holes in their logic on a post gilded 67 times.

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I've been lurking The Red Pill for about a year now, and I've got to admit: you guys are spot on. The instant I took your guys advice in my LTR, things only went positive, sex instantly got better, and her bitching went away when I took charge. Thanks Red Pill, that sidebar saved my life.

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I went lurking on The Blue Pill because I heard some users here joking about it, and found a post about how "the red pill will kill you inside." Search it up because Reddit won't let me reference it. Had me a good laugh and after finishing it I felt my first post on The Red Pill should be a critique on this joke of a post.

We get this gem:

Essentially the premise is that women have what we want (sex), and they can make us bend over backwards to get it. They have us wrapped around their little fingers. Those who "take the Red Pill" awaken to their true male potential and learn to get what they want without having to submit and forfeit their masculinity.

The author never once addresses if this is true or not, that women take advantage of betas. The author goes on to say:

The Red Pill subreddit is also full of "Blue Pill Stories," in which guys get emotionally abused by their girlfriends. They lament being used for their money, their homes, their emotional support, what have you, and then being left when they weren't "Alpha" enough to keep their girlfriends around. It's a shame, it really is. Nobody deserves that kind of abuse. "Nobody" includes women, though. What the Red Pill strategy does is flip that power dynamic on its head. When it works, now it's the man who is in power and the woman who is suffering. The man gets the sex without having to commit any real effort to the relationship, aside from making sure that his SO's emotions are brutally crushed on a regular basis. You haven't fixed anything, you've only made sure it's your SO who's suffering and not you. And the reason she stays is the same reason Blue Pill guys stay in their relationships: They don't want to be alone.

The author admits that women take advantage of men, but also hints that betas also get into said relationships. They don't realize that while women are taught from a young age to find Prince Charming, get knocked up, and live happily ever after, men are told the opposite: that THEY have to be the providers of the household, that they should get married ASAP and that, due to "egalitarianism" responsibilities and chores have to be done equally, even though Dr. Cuckold has to work 20 hour shifts while Mrs. Princess only has work at her HR job or clean around the house. This is complete horseshit, yet the author doesn't even acknowledge this paradigm.

The final point I want to talk about is:

In order to have a healthy relationship, you have to be a healthy human being first. A healthy human being doesn't use sexual strategy. You'll only ever have a healthy relationship if both parties refuse to play that game.

The author doesn't realize that women aren't going to listen to his beta advice. They're going to continue abusing their betas for the sake of extracting protection (money) from them while fucking Chad on the side. Women CONSTANTLY use sexual strategy to get what they want, unless you somehow find a fucking unicorn. This is complete horseshit.

Lessons Learned

1. Don't go on fucking The Blue Pill because it's all BB drivel.

2. Continue listening to The Red Pill because we know what the fuck we're talking about from both scientific and anecdotal evidence.

Good luck in your future endeavors.

SUMMARY: Send back a box of pics to the exe-wife, get slapped with a felony stalking charge, remember NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED!

BODY: Some of you may (probably not) remember that I told a story a while back where when my cop exe-wife from a major US metropolitan police department decided to branch swing me and file for divorce, I ended up stinging her for a low 6 figure settlement, a rare occurrence in the modern divorce court. Now, here we are 5 years out and she's decided that revenge is a dish best served cold.

A couple of weeks ago, while unboxing items from storage with the current LTR, I found a random photo box with a pile of pictures with the exe-wife. Some were wedding photos, most were childhood and family photos she left behind inadvertently. I didn't bother to go through them, but rather, simply stuffed them all in a mailing envelope and a quick google turned up her current address, I mailed them off and quickly forgot about the whole deal.

Monday when I pulled up for work, I was sitting in the car finishing my morning coffee, getting ready to go in, when I saw 6-8 vehicles from her city's 'fugitive apprehension unit' cross the street and make bee-line for my car. I was taken into custody and held for three days on an 'informational hold' while they figured out what to charge me with. They settled on a Class 4 Felony Stalking charge, mostly based around the fact that I obtained her new address which she allegedly tried very hard to keep private. Well, bad news, Google sees all.

So she's claimed that in the last five years that I've stalked and harassed her and now I'm staring at $2,000- $500,000 in potential fines and 2-6 years in prison for trying to be nice.

I've hired one of the best criminal defense lawyers in the city, who is a former Marine and personal friend and he said this is obviously a malicious prosecution to get her pound of flesh from me taking her to the cleaners during the divorce. We have an excellent chance of winning, but in order to do so, I expect to spend between 20 and 50k and have my name and reputation dragged thru the mud in the meantime.

So while I'm sitting here with a 4lb cell phone strapped to my ankle, heed my warning brothers. NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED!!! You may think you're being kind, but women are vicious and unforgiving no matter how much time has passed.

LESSONS: If you consider doing a kindness to someone who has left/ghosted you, DON'T. Let it go. In retrospect, I should have simply thrown all of what I found in the shredder or the fireplace.

"Smart men learn from their mistakes. Wise men learn from the mistakes of others. Monkeys learn through repetition." Don't be a fucking monkey.

ETA: Grammar and formatting.

I apologize that this post isn't the content bringing post I would like to be contributing to TRP, but rather a little rant I would like to get out since I can't talk to the people close to me about this.

Summary: I've been on here for a little over 2 years and I thought I had the pill swallowed. Turns out, I haven't, yet.

Body: Finding this place back in my Junior year of high school was a tailwind that I knew would propel me in the right direction for the rest of my life. After analyzing the top posts, going through the sidebar, printing out posts I felt were important and taking notes over them like there would be an exam over it, I felt like I finally understood TRP and more importantly have it internalized/believe in it.

Yesterday, I did something I wish I had been doing more often with myself and that's writing down my feelings. Here's what I wrote. I'm not going to change the wording to have it fit more with TRP and if there's any part of it you wish for me to expand on I'll be happy to do so:

I have swallowed the pill even more. I have seen my girlfriend straight up lie to her bestfriend. I have seen her lie to numerous people, even her parents but to lie to her best friend makes me wonder how often she's lying to me. What if she is sneeking behind my back seeing other guys? That doens't affect the things I do but I feel unrest about the thought of that. Is that insecurity on my part? Is that why TRP advises just to spin plates? Is the fear of being cucked so strong that I'm laying awake now 4/20 12:26 am typing this? I just witnessed her best friend V. lie to this boy she's taking to on the phone say that she hasn't had sex with anyone outside of a relationship before. THE. DOOR. KNOB. IS. LYING. TO. A. GUY. SHE. JUST. MET. Now, I know the truth thanks to my gf telling me her stories and TRP, but for some reason, hearing her lie about the number of relationships she's had and the number of flings (lol 0 or 1) just makes me angry. TRP is true. Everyone lies, nothing is certain. There is no unconditonal love, hell, there isn't even love. Everything is based on conditions. I just feel empty inside now. THIS must be the feeling of swallowing the pill and having your reality shatter to pieces. I'm not hurt by the actions of the girls, rather, the fact that I assumed that any of them would be honest in their interactions, or hell the fact that I assumed ANYTHING from them. If I hadn't looked through my gf's phone I wouldn't know how badly girls badmouth people they break up with even if it's for an hour. She came back to me claiming that she didn't say anything bad about me and everything was her fault while in her text I'm the asshole and everything is my fault. Even staying in this relationship when we haven't had sex in 4 days is probably a bad call on my part. The feeling of being in an LTR and not wanting to cheat and get sex from elsewhere is constricting when you don't know if her lack of a sex drive is because she's getting it from somewhere else or she legitimatly doesn't feel like it. Knowing that you can't negociate desire makes it obvious that if she isn't worshiping the ground you walk on, something is wrong and her eyes are set somewhere else. Fuck this.

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Within my first year of reading TRP I was lucky enough to find this information about the 5 stages of the Red Pill

1. Denial: "Women aren't like that! They're people just like everyone else! Treat them all as individuals, and you're sure to find the right one!"

2. Anger: "WTF! Bitches are all like this! They have no honour, no loyalty, and they don't really love anyone but themselves! Fucking cunts!"

3. Bargaining: "If I work real hard and learn all the pickup moves, then at least I'll get laid."

4. Depression: "Getting laid by shallow, obnoxious women has become dull and unrewarding. And there's no sense looking for a unicorn. Maybe I'll just be MGTOW for a while."

5. Acceptance: "Women aren't bad. My expectations of them, and theirs of me, were based on faulty premises. They are creatures of instinct, just like I am... but of different instincts. If I learn what those instincts are, and teach them about mine, we can develop realistic expectations of each other and get along just fine."

Like I said in my introduction, I thought I had gone through these stages earlier during my first 2 years of reading this, but it turns out I haven't. I made this post 6 months ago talking about how actions (experience) will help you learn more than all the reading in the world.

For the first time I had experienced some of the things seen here (first as in personally, not just a friend of mine).

• I've seen girls lying to guys then talking to their girlfriends on how they're worried that the guy didn't believe their lie.

• Girls lying to their best friend, calling them bitches behind their back, and acting buddy buddy with them in person.

• Girls saying one thing then doing the complete opposite. Also, telling you I love you by 5:45 then telling you how much they hate your guys by 6:00 because you wouldn't do X with/for them.

• The realization that the love I'm looking for in others isn't there. No one will love me as much as I love myself. If I don't love myself, then once my parents are dead, no one else will love me. I mean Love, not "love".

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I assume all my life I have been living in denial, the first stage. I though to myself "Yeah, it's shitty out there, BUT if you play your cards right you're bound to find someone decent." Like we should know, people are as shitty as you let them to be. And I'll admit it, in other people's eyes I might be shitty also.

Last night I went through the anger phase again. I got out of the bed I was laying with my gf and her friend and her roommate in the room and ran to the gym with my bros for a second workout after hearing what I couldn't believe. I wanted to deny that I didn't just hear that, but I couldn't. I went to the gym nearing midnight for the second time that day and killed it. After I came back I wrote that rant.

Bargoning I could say I've been going through since I have known about the red pill. I thought "I'll do these things, become Chad, then the world will be my bitch. Lolplease. Nothing is guaranteed. You can make all the right moves and still get the bad end of the deal. Nothing is certain except for death and taxes. Especially not love or loyalty from ANYBODY.

Depression is where I'd say I'm at right now. Despite knowing about the harshness of reality for well over 2 years I still hung onto my belief. Last night it was all shattered. I just don't see the point anymore. Now, I'm not depressed about life as in I need to see a counselor, I'm depressed that I didn't wake up sooner. That the dream I've been living is gone. That the good guys don't always win at the end. Being the best man in the world doesn't mean you wont get screwed over in life. It might help you get screwed less, but NOTHING is certain. I went to the basketball courts to shoot around and my mind was in unrest. There was nothing in particular I was thinking of, but rather everything at once.

Acceptance is where I hope to be soon, hopefully by the end of the summer. With that, I hope you guys can help me get there.

Lessons Learned: Life isn't what I thought it would be.

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If you can help my situation, please comment below. I was going to go drinking with my bros to "get over it" but I'll go kayaking for the first time and hope that helps me think this over.

tl;dr Every time it seems like you've begun rolling back the SJWs, they come back twice as hard.

Just to remind everyone of what they're up against, the Treasury just announced they're removing Andrew Jackson from the $20 bill and replacing him with Harriet Tubman, a black female civil rights activist. This has been a pet project for SJWs for awhile - after all, Jackson, who lived from 1767 - 1845, was a bad man by modern standards. He was a roughneck who moved the Cherokees off their land, causing the Trail of Tears. In other ways, he was also a ferocious defender of liberty and a great enough president -called the People's President in his day - that they put him on the currency. Like many historical figures, a mixed bag to be sure. Learn about him here http://thehermitage.com/learn/andrew-jackson/ and ask yourself - Harriet Tubman was a brave woman, but are her accomplishments anywhere close to Jackson's?

While what he did to the Cherokees was terrible, remember that it's not about morality, it's about power. They are showing who the new powers are in American society, and knocking the white man down another peg. Any man of color should think carefully before cheering the move, as where we go, you will soon follow.

Summary: A recruiting powerpoint showing how it is a dog eat dog world - Showing how your income is for your gf/wife - How technical women are promoted for having stronger social skills.

A little about the author - Alex St. John:

Best known for his early work on gaming and creating the DirectX media platform at Microsoft in the early 1990’s, Alex St. John later founded WildTangent Inc. one of the world’s largest online game publishing companies and became a technology columnist for leading computer enthusiast publications MaximumPC and CPU Magazine.

Literally his rule # 1 is:

RULE 1: You don’t recruit and retain male engineers you recruit and retain Wives and Girlfriends

Shows that betas are made through years of social conditioning. All these beta bucks tech guys who got locked down the second they made $100k - or got a bit of equity in their startups. Usually, these were the guys who didn't get a lot of action in their younger years. And now their paychecks are for their cc-ridden cows.

With all the tech hype it is easy to forget what is happening behind the curtains. This presentation sent me back to my anger phase. It's a quick read. I thought it is a good share.

Here is the direct link [Pdf link - Might download]

Here is the archived link

tl;dr

• Nobody gives a shit about you

• It's a dog eat dog world out there

• Put your needs above everyone elses

I've been a lurker here for well over a year and today I have the opportunity to give back.

My journey began when I realized I was a pathetic piece of shit several years ago. I had no talents, no social skills, and no friends. Honestly, the only thing I was ever really good at was school and video games.

Highschool rolled around and out of sheer luck, I started to lift. Soon enough I even had a girlfriend. She was below my potential, but I really didn't deserve better. The truth is that I had crippling social anxiety and that the only reason I worked up the courage to talk to her was because I hid my insecurities behind alcohol. Eventually, our relationship fell apart, but I started to understand my worth.

Coming into college, I had focus and direction that would be applauded here; I turned down invitations to party and drink so that I could focus on my school work. I finished my first year with a 3.9, but I wasn't happy. The truth was that I was constantly anxious. Anxious about my grades and my relationships with those around me. I wasn't very close with my friends and I had very little success with women. At the time, I convinced myself that this was simply a fact of life and that other people were happy because they were just too stupid to see the bigger picture.

I was wrong. Life isn't just about succeeding in school. At TRP, we constantly boast about the importance of monetary success. We want to succeed because the memories of success are the ones that make us happy. However, monetary success isn't the only success worth pursuing. Success in fostering strong relationships with those around us is equally important.

I learned this lesson during my sophomore year. Looking back, I can't remember ever being happier. I've become close with friends I can call brothers and I have had more success with women than I have ever had in my entire life. But I still fucked up. I allowed my life to revolve around my connections with these people. I formed self-destructive habits such as heavy drinking and smoking. To add on, my grades slipped too.

It comes as no surprise that I soon felt a painful experience. There is something very sobering about pain in the midst of ecstasy. I didn't realize how miserable I was my freshman year until I reflected back and compared it with the rest of my life. It wasn't until this painful experience that I realized that my reckless lifestyle couldn't be sustained. It's the contrast of these feelings that indicate to us that something is wrong.

My painful experience stemmed from my anxiety. I thought I got rid of it but really I was hiding it behind a facade of drugs and alcohol. Without getting into the details, I'll say that its abundantly clear to my entire social circle that I have bad anxiety. Obviously, it's incredibly embarrassing given that I've done a good job hiding it until now. But, after a sleepless night, I realized that maybe its exactly what I needed. Anxiety is our fear of the unknown. With this experience, the unknown has become my reality.

My first thought after it came out was to hide, disconnect myself from everyone, and hope that they forget. But the reality is that this isn't a good strategy. Reputation means everything, and currently, mine is tainted. Hiding would be accepting my weakness forever. Instead, I choose to embrace it. I am going to admit my problem and explain that I am working on it. Nobody will fault me for not being perfect and nobody will fault for trying to fix it. Everyone has their problems, and anxiety happens to be mine.

A weak person cowards at the sight of their problems, but a man takes them head on without regard.

In the spirit of being honest, I wrote this post so that I could verbalize this lesson not only for you, but for me too. It isn't easy to be honest with ourselves when we spend so much time convincing ourselves of the most convenient truths.

TL;DR: Be honest with yourself; look at yourself through a critical lens. Not doing so will lead you to the unavoidable pain of letting problems fester.

LTRs suck (don't live with a woman, don't get married) because you need to be on your -A GAME- ALL THE TIME, you never get to rest, and that's fucking draining. Women are energy black holes, any energy you have for productive shit like building your business, studying, inventing something etc will be pissed away if you live with a woman, pissed away on the mediocrity of assuaging the ever manifesting insecurities of the ball of estrogen that is woman. Shit will get petty, shit will get dramatic, and you will waste a whole lot of energy on nonsense you could be doing without.

Women don't realise why LTRs suck for men, and I suspect those that know why from reading this sub still don't give fucks because GET COMMITMENT AT ALL COSTS is a woman's mission in life. They are either ignorant to the male experience or know full well it's a shit deal for men but don't give a fuck because it benefits them.

No matter what you learn about men and women from TRP, women will never care about the male side of things. NEVER. They will always put their needs, THEIR IMPERATIVE - first. Call it solipsism, call it the feminine imperative, call it what you like - I call it reality. If feminism has proved anything it's proven that women will shit all over men if it means they get what they believe they deserve. And let me tell you something - despite the fact most women ARE NOT RELATIONSHIP MATERIAL, these women feel they deserve one and will stop at nothing to get one.

And they don't give a fuck if you don't want to give them a relationship and neither do they give a fuck if they're not worthy. THEY'LL TRY AND FORCE IT, they'll baby trap you or do some other crazy shit TO FORCE THE COMMITMENT. Think of rape for a second. You can't FORCEFULLY TAKE SEX from a woman but women have no problem FORCEFULLY EXTRACTING COMMITMENT from men.

Even an enlightened woman who knows LTRs are emotionally and cognitively taxing on a man and accepts this WON'T CARE, she'll still demand it anyway BECAUSE THIS IS HER MISSION IN LIFE - to get a man to provide for her and protect her. Just because a bitch makes 6 figures and does some martial arts class and got some feminism in her head, doesn't mean she doesn't have the girl instincts to want to rest her head on a man's chest or be held to "FEEL SAFE." Women need this shit like babies need winding, they crave it, dare I say live for it, and thus getting commitment is their life's obsession - it's a fundamental part of who they are.

Women hate bachelors because it reminds them men need women less than women need men. A woman is never happily single no matter what she tells herself or anybody, but plenty of guys out there are happily single rather than caught up in a woman's bullshit. The only reason men put up with women's total buttfuckery is because they wanna get laid, it's not like 99% of women have any redeeming aspects other than their fuckability.

Take away the fact men are horny bastards and what else does a woman bring to the table? Sweet fuck all. They're leeches. This is why when a woman stops putting out she becomes the definition of useless, the one thing she had to do, the one source of value she could provide? Now she can't even be fucked to do that (but don't worry she'll find a way to make it somehow your fault she's not doing her womanly job). All the while you have to keep being THE MAN, which means paying for her shit and enduring her emotional tirades, but them legs? They can close at any time.

A woman is a honey pot, she entices you in with sex so you can be her emotional crutch/ATM/security guard and then should the mood suit her, revises the contract later so she gives you sweet fuck all whilst you keep giving her what she wanted - THIS IS WHY MARRIAGE IS FOR SUCKERS, YOU'RE LITERALLY "LOCKED DOWN", SHE'S LOCKED YOU IN LIKE A LOW MORTGAGE RATE, GREAT FOR HER BUT YOU'RE FUCKED.

Women don't give a fuck that they're the anchors on your speed boat, holding you back, taking your time up with nonsense bullshit and bringing chaos to your life with neurotic emotivity. No, they actually expect you to be their human mood stabiliser "the rock in their storm", a very romanticised way of saying "I'm annoying and crazy as fuck so endure my tirades of bullshit and set me straight". This is what they do and who they are, they are a burden. And rather than pretend women aren't a burden because they're equal (feminism) or that "you're not a real man unless you endure the burden" (traditionalists) TRP tells you outright "women are a burden and only the best ones are worth the hassle". TRPs teaches you to be discriminant with women, rather than "feel lucky you even managed to get one" like the average chump thinks.

They are the needy sex, but they rely on you thinking they're the prize instead of you so they can complete their life's mission: babies and marriage.

You only truly internalise the adage "bitches ain't shit" when you objectively compare how much you bring to the table vs her. When you realise she's not an equal but a dependent, and by nature of being a dependent she is a responsibility (and probably a liability) - your view of women becomes very different. You cast off all illusions of equality and see them for what they are. I leave you with a parting question, no matter how much sentiment one habours for a dependent, are they inferior, equal or superior? The answer is crystal clear for those who can see past sentimentality and politically correct thinking. And such a reality need not be the product of hatred nor disgust or anything else unflattering, but rather, it may simply be what it is - the natural order.

If there's anything you take from this rant of pure misogynistic women hating bile (/s) it should be this: ALWAYS QUESTION A WOMAN'S WORTH, NEVER EVER COMMIT TO THE UNWORTHY. It is not your responsibility to fix broken women, or make unworthy women worthy - if they can't make themselves worthy, then fuck 'em, they're not worth your time. Women aren't doing charity work by fucking the bottom 80% of men, so why the fuck should you be the charity that gives a woman the relationship she doesn't deserve? Exercise extreme prejudice, they do.

[Red pill theory] A lady friend of mine invited me to a slutwalk campaign which I politely refused. When she prodded on for why I would do that I told her that I am not a feminist. And all hell broke loose. She asked me to check my white privilege, despite me being an immigrant from a developing country.

She proceeded to say how men have damaged society so much that it's imperative to change that. And feminism is a cause for men too. I proceeded to tell her that, there are two truths scientific and social. You say men and women are equal, take a look around. Your iPhone, internet, electricity, penicillin, your flight that you're about to take were all inventions of men. But we don't go about taking credit for something that we haven't done.

All hell broke loose and I could slowly see her disintegrating. I told her that in developing countries feminism has a different connotation and I don't mind supporting that. My choice of philanthropy involves educating a girl child to lift her family out of poverty. I've in the past raised funds to send girl child's books and tuition in Sudan.

She then said this golden line. " You are only doing charity for your personal gratification and you're a misogynist. It doesn't matter what your actions are, but only your thoughts count"

As you Americans say, I can't even....

I suppose the bitterness of the pill goes with the person's taste. Some will hate AWALT the most, some might dislike the fact Sexual Market Value is what defines their worth for attraction, some might dislike Sexual Market mechanics itself, some might hate how feminism attempts to change SMV's gears, whatever. I honestly think if someone found the pill a tasty dish to be appreciated from the very beginning, our good fellow should be seeking help from mental care professionals.

To me, "SMV" and its measurement didn't bother (Should I go on to "why?"), AWALT did but this far I'm no longer aroused by its rage porn, "sexual strategies" talk was so rational it didn't even trigger emotional responses (I wonder if they will someday...). Relationships, on the other hand...

That's the one aspect from the pill that bitters my tongue (because to say that it bitters myself sounds whinny). At the beginning, I'd describe its core as the maxim "Relationships are TRP in hard mode", but honestly what bothers me now is what comes AFTER realizing it. "So, it's still the same old shit. Is that it? Is this what I'm meant to expect from a relationship? Is it true that I can only have a decent relationship if I do achieve and keep abundance mentality?". I suppose this is best illustrated than simply stated.

After six years in a relationship, two of which I can say were very fucked up for myself (years 3 and 4, TRP came in late 4 and early 5, almost one year to process your shit guys. I'm a slow learner I guess, but thanks), and I can say some stuff:
- If I rely on her for ANYTHING that's out of her ordinary, picking a damn cloth from a store, I can expect a shit test. It'll come within an hour, a day, a week AT MOST, but it will be there;
- Dread game is required for sex. No dread game means no sex. Six years in a relationship and at some point it was easier for me to find a random girl online that was ok to hang with a guy knowing he's engaged than to get my FIANCEE to whom I promised my life to want me. (I'm still unsure whether not going out with that girl was the right choice...). FORGET having high SMV, my SMV is part of the landscape, it'll only matter if you lose it. Attraction comes from the uncertainty of DREAD. Rare exceptions;
- NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED. Did I just help her? Did I work towards her comfort and well being? "Oh, I love you so much more, lets cuddle, watch netflix and chill (literally) because I'm sooooo loaded with excuses not to fuck you now". The more effort I put, the LESS she'll be wanting sex;
- She overtly flirts? Deal with it. (Actually I don't, but my solution to this was an ultimatum I intend to enforce. The kind of solution that gives no tingles.) I get covertly flirted on (so covertly it's ambiguous. In an instance it was a rather dominating and masculine female friend beta-ing me by treating me like a child.)? "INSTANT COMFORT TEST! What the hell did just happen here?". This generalizes to her perception of committed men and women flirting. Committed woman ostensibly hits on guy? She's being naive, poor thing. Committed guy looking at girl? He's a jerk;

So, that's it. For me the worst lesson from TRP is this:
You'll only have a decent relationship through a REAL "I don't give a fuck" and keeping abundance mentality. For each time a fuck is given, a fuck (the good kind) is lost. (META: I just got caught up in loop of puns here. "Give a fuck and lose two".) Lose abundance mentality and you start giving too many fucks, which means you won't be getting any.

Now just to make this post not entirely a venting (to probably reddit's most unsympathetic folks), I'd like to share a lesson to anyone on a relationship where he has handled over control to the woman and now asks himself how to get it back: The only way you'll manage to do it is by caring LESS. And when you are truly caring less you'll be left with a question: Is it worth it? It obviously wasn't worth the effort made in the past but will it be worth it now? (Sounds awfully like a rhetorical quesiton with an obvious answer, doesn't it?)

And a question to the folks on LTRs or just willing to opine here. Did I actually get it right? So, this is what the desert of real relationships look like?

Summary Terrible experiences with women lead to swallowing Red Pill not before complete breakdown

This is my first post - I've been lurking a while but feel I really need to get this off my chest to a community that I find talks rational sense. I'm a 29yo male, was brought up in a household where my dad was very beta. He had a job earning a decent salary but my mother looked after the finances and gave him £40 a week allowance.

When I was about 16yo my first relationship ended. I was very beta in this relationship. I once found evidence of my girlfriend cheating on me and when she came to my house crying early the next morning I foolishly forgave her. I actually felt closer to her when this happened as the fact she was willing to travel for an hour and come to my house crying proved that she "loved" me which made me feel accepted. Relationship ended because she moved to another country (and was a massive slut, although I didn't realise this at the time).

About this time was when the major problems with my parents arose. Throughout my childhood my mum had gone out and would get plastered drunk then argue with my dad violently, accusing him of being jealous and controlling. I never understood this as a kid - I didn't notice that my dad was jealous, just that my mum would get drunk and act like a fool. She would get very violent towards him and I remember as a very young kid being quite disturbed by seeing some of these things.

She constantly wanted to move to a bigger house - and was never satisfied with where they were and what was happening. My dad would always try to do everything he could to keep her happy, spending all the money he earned on bigger and better houses for her. They eventually bought a house together with a patch of land and planned to build a new house on the land to make money.

They got planning permission to do this, but my mum ended up fucking Chad the millionaire property developer. My dad found out and generally lost his shit. He tried to take her back a few times but it never ended well. I suspect my mum was having multiple affairs before this.

This time of my life was when there was a lot of change going on for me. I had dropped out of A levels in school, and had two jobs - DJing and working in a local bingo hall. I was very happy with both of these and remember an abundance of pussy about this time. Before my mum moved out she got very abusive towards me, I think she took out a lot of the resentment she had towards my dad on me. She told me I needed a "proper job" and forced me into an accountancy career (using both verbal and physical threats - one time she threw a pan of boiling water at me - thankfully women can't throw for shit). I started to smoke and gamble heavily at this time.

I began a career in accountancy which I absolutely fucking hated. I had to give up my other jobs which I loved to concentrate on this one, and study hard. For the next 7 years I studied hard and became a chartered accountant, but I was absolutely fucking miserable the whole time. I was also taking a lot of drugs on weekends, and developed a ketamine addiction which I realise now was to numb a lot of the pain. I had a few relationships, all of which I was completely beta in - the girls would go out and get drunk with their friends (who I'd never meet) regularly, and I'd do everything I could to keep them happy but would always get accused of being jealous. I was frustrated in every way.

Enter BPD girl - lets call her K she was 31yo. I met her in 2014 on a holiday with some guy friends the day after I broke up with the most recent girl. She worked in the party resort as a nanny. We hit it off straight away and I was completely attracted to her. She was fun and loved partying and had a zest for life that I really wanted. After she'd finished her season she returned to the UK and we went on a date. We stayed in a hotel together that night and as we were fucking she told me that she'd wanted me to rape her when I'd met her abroad. I found this very hot and fucked her stupid that night.

I'd had enough of my job at this point and had decided to go travelling round Asia for 6 months. She came out to meet me a couple of months in - we'd been texting a lot about the rape fantasy and I'd told her that when she arrived I was going to take her into the hotel room and do what I wanted to her. I did this - cue tears and rape accusations and being thrown out of my own hotel room. My head was a complete mess when this happened as I didn't have a clue what was going on and genuinely felt like a rapist. I apologised over and over again. The next night however, she text me and said she was ill and wanted me to come back and stay with her. At the time I thought it was very odd that she would want to stay with someone she thought had raped her but I was grateful for her affection so stayed.

To cut a long story short - this brutal push and pull dynamic continued for the next 12 months. She would do crazily hurtful things (send me pics of her kissing other guys, have guys call me and shout abuse at me, etc), and then be the girl of my dreams two days later. Over the course of this year I ran up £11,000 of debt staying at the resort she lived in trying to win her back.

Reading this story back I feel like a complete fucking idiot. But each time, over and over again, I would buy into her bullshit when she said she thought we were soulmates etc. I now understand that she was about to be too old to ride the CC for any longer and wanted to string me along to keep me around for BB when her time ran out.

Which leads to where I am now - back in the UK, in debt, feeling lost - I don't want to go back to the shit accountancy job that I don't enjoy. I'm lifting and have signed up to a stand up comedy course, and want to sign up to do MMA once I have income coming in. Reading the red pill has made everything in my life make complete sense.

At the moment I'm completely in the anger / depression phase - switching from raging mad to suicidal in a cycle, and have been since about September last year. I've been in therapy which hasn't helped a lot and am still suffering from major anxiety. I've managed to quit all my other addictions though - smoking, drugs, gambling, etc and feel like I'm ready to reboot now.

A big thank you to you guys for this community. Reading the material here has made me rage and cry my eyes out but I know it's the truth. Thank you.

Lessons Learnt AWALT The divorce of my parents wasn't my fault I used to be (still am) a complete little bitch "Love" doesn't exist

Summary: Sister gives me permission to sell her things to help our parents with bills. Years later, she rewrites the story in her head so that she's a victim and I'm the bad guy.

Body:
Story time from a non-romantic relationship with a woman (my sister):
My parents were having some financial difficulties after my mom lost her job. They asked us kids to help them out with the bills. Since they've raised me and sunk tons of money into my food, clothing, and education over the course of my life, I was ready to help them in return. I started paying some of their bills and buying extra food when I could.
My sister didn't contribute a dime as far as I remember. She did, however, have a pretty nice pair of running shoes that she had bought with financial aid money. She hadn't used them in about a year, so one day I approached her and asked if I could sell them to help our parents with their bills. She agreed. I didn't even ask her to sell them herself (I knew she'd refuse). I went through through the trouble of listing them, meeting the buyer, and doing the transaction myself.
Fast forward to 2 years later, and she needs running shoes for a college class she's taking. She demands that I buy her a new pair of shoes because I "stole" her old ones and kept the money for myself. Nevermind that she had given me permission to sell them.
Nevermind that the money had gone to pay our parents' bills.
According to her, I was always doing stuff like this. She seemed to really believe it, too. There wasn't any other option in her mind except the one that left me the villain and her the victim. I found out she had told a bunch of people her version of the story and now I had relatives angry at me for being such a greedy douche. I ended up buying her the shoes because that was the only was I could get my family to stop hassling me.
Lesson learned:
A woman can retroactively change a story in her head to suit her own needs at the present time. And she'll believe it. And you'll be an even bigger jerk for questioning it or trying to bring up "facts".

SUMMARY: NFL football player Tyrann Mathieu responds to the murder of a former NFL player. What he says SOUNDS beta. But he's right about what makes you a man.

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Mathieu goes off here on the social conditions leading to these kids not having successful lives. What he says is true. But it comes across as a "Beta" set of values.

A bitch would take a look at a dude who is following this advice and disrespect that guy. The guy who stands up and takes care of business. The guy who dedicates himself with discipline. The guy who's not out talking shit being a loud asshole, but who is out there getting it done.

So it's not just music that is the bad influence on young men without fathers. It's the "modern girls" around them who are knocking them down, disrespecting them and mindraping them at every opportunity for doing what they should do, and being who they should be.

It's on us to step up and take care of business.

“Until y’all get them crooks out of office and until y’all give these kids something constructive to do, the violence will continue to grow!” Mathieu wrote. “They can’t go to parks like I was able to, because the grass ain’t cut & the rims have no nets nor do they even have rims. The budgets cutting into education, recreation and everything else that is VITAL to a kid having success. Not to mention half of their fathers are in prison. So this isn’t coming from an angry place but from a person who has made it out! All they have is music to influence them, and if you listen closely to music now a days, it’s brainwashing them to believe drugs and killing are the cool thing to do which is why I’m dropping an album… Cause that s–t ain’t cool, cool is being a father and being able to provide. Cool is facing adversity and having GOD having a place in your heart and world. Cool is handling things like men not like cowards. I’m at peace… I’m going to church to pray for all y’all.”

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LESSONS LEARNED

It's on us to step up and be there for the next generation. Because it's not womenfolk, and it's not society who is gonna set things right.

Summary: Women will ignore anything and everyone if they feel tingles, and selfishly pursue their sexual desires - even if it means abandoning their own children.

I originally considered creating a throwaway account to type up this tale, but ultimately decided against it. I don't really care much if others on reddit search my post history.

VERY LONG POST AHEAD

This is the story of how the life of a young, innocent, good-natured 16 year-old boy's life was turned upside down and torched in an instant, and a reminder to all of the damage women's hypergamous ways can inflict on the lives of others.

This is basically a rant, and a total bitchfest, but I feel I have to get this pain out of me, and can think of no other place that can truly understand or reciprocate like theredpill can. I am not a gifted writer, and I have attention issues, so bear with me the best you can.

Growing up, as the middle child in a family of five, I had a pretty good life. We didn't have much money, and I usually wore hand-me-downs, but my parents loved me and provided a stable home. For a person born with anxiety and mood issues, home was a great place to be, where I sunk most of my time into music, as I had an obsessive love for drumming (especially classic rock). Yes, we were the product of a Baptist church that delved far too deeply into the lives of its members, but we escaped that life when I was in 5th grade. I poured my heart and soul into my music, I earned money via landscaping, I enjoyed building computers, and buying/selling on ebay.

Life wasn't perfect, but it was good. I really enjoyed it and had lots of fun.

That, however, all changed in an instant.

My father was a good, Christian man who abided by the rules of being a "good husband" in all the ways that society said he should. Looking back, yes - he was a beta male. But he never could have known that this would bite him in the ass so hard, as he lived in the same society as we: good husbands go to work each day and treat their woman like a queen.

So my Pops, who ran his own business doing home repairs of all sorts, finally lands a good town job at the Water Pollution Control Authority. He works hard there for years, even going through 3rd shift phases as he climbs his way up the ladder. At about 8 years' time with the company, a new employee is hired - lets call him Chad. Short, spiky hair, tattoos, and a decent physical build, with a deep voice. Very different from my father, who is mild and good-natured, but honest and faithful.

My Father, being a good man, opens his home to Chad, allowing him to come over to take dips in the pool, hang out for a burger off the grill on a summer day, etc. Why wouldn't my Dad open his home? He has a Christian wife of twenty years, and trusts his queen in every possible way. His wife, my mother, "Jane," would never possibly do anything to sabotage her lengthy marriage, and will always and forever remain faithful to the vows she took on their wedding day. My father, however, was aware that Jane had "a crush on Chad," as he once told her, with a smile on his face. My mom denied such a thing.

Here at theredpill, however, we all know the terrible, awful, scathing truth - AWALT. Boy, oh boy...how I wish my father had known this simple acronym. How I wish he had been a member of this sub.

The Day The Shit Hit The Fan

I still remember it like it was yesterday. I'm riding in the passenger seat of my mom's Firebird (a recent purchase, to compliment her recent mysterious outfit changes of shorter shorts and cleavier shirts), and we show up to my father's job to drop off some lunch. My dad comes to the driver door, kisses her, and leans on the door, speaking to and admiring the woman he so deeply loves, as he always did.

The woman he trusts. The woman he will stand by until death. The woman he is proud to call "his."

My mother looks down, and tells my father that "I have to talk to you about something." My Dad asks, "what, dear?" She responds, "I'll tell you later." I'll never forget my Dad's reaction, as I could audibly hear and feel some fear and anxiety in his voice: "What? What is it?", as this was a very unusual thing for my mother to do. Jane becomes angered, and shouts "I'll tell you later!" One can only imagine what my Dad was thinking as we left the parking lot. But I can tell you this - not once did he expect to hear what she was actually going to tell him.

The Car Ride

My father comes home from work, and Jane asks my dad to go for a ride in the car. Me, an innocent 16 year-old, is having fun on my computer upstairs as they leave. About 5 minutes later, I hear the car pull back into the driveway, and I instinctively look out the window. My dad exits the car, opens the door, and leans in to shout "I can't believe it, Jane. I'm totally disgusted!" Jane is in the passenger seat, awash in tears.

I walk downstairs, and ask him what happened. He's seated on the couch, and the look on his face was one I hadn't ever really seen, and will never forget. Throwing his arms into the air, he states, "Mom kissed Chad!", and then folded his arms, staring off into space. I'd never seen such a confusing ball of avalanching emotion on a man's face.

Little did I know, it was far, far worse than that. My father, STILL being the good fucking guy that he was, saved Jane's dignity by sharing that it was merely a kiss and nothing more. I remember feeling a bit shocked at this, but it wasn't anything that would wreck my life.

As a Christian man, my father does "the right thing." He purchases flowers, forgives her, and promises to try and work through this and save the marriage. The damage was done, however, and my father couldn't overcome the fact of what really happened.

The Phone Call

One blissful day, as I was at play in the home, the phone rang. I'll never, ever forget the one, simple sentence that forever changed my entire existence. I ask "hello?," to which my sister simply states, in monotone, "Mom and Dad are getting a divorce." A lightning bolt of panic flashed through my young body, as I realized my old life was never to be seen again, and in a shaking voice I asked why.

Mom didn't just "kiss" Chad. She started with a kiss, moved on to sucking his dick, moved on to riding his dick, and gave Chad anything and everything he wanted, all while my Dad was likely getting starfish lays once every 2 weeks. This occurred on multiple occasions, both outside and inside our home. Possibly even in their own bed. I never did ask about that. In the pool? Check. In cars? Check. Down at the railroad tracks where he was fishing? Check.

Months after forgiving her, Jane was found to be cheating again - this time with a whole new man. A jobless loser, who drinks and is a TOTAL scumbag, but it doesn't matter:

IF A WOMAN EXPERIENCES TINGLES, THE MAN CAN TREAT HER ANY WAY THAT HE FUCKING WANTS - IT'S IRRELEVANT. MAKE HER PUSSY WET AND SHE'S YOURS, PLAIN AND SIMPLE.

My mother then decides to leave her faithful husband of twenty years and move in with this new man. She also moves out and away from her own fucking children - my sister and I. Let me be clear - my mother literally fucking abandoned us - her own flesh and blood - because a man made her vagina wet. This is SERIOUS shit, folks.*

My mom, church-going and sober for twenty years? Not anymore. This new man drinks quite a lot, and now she does as well. Oh, and he also beats her. But it doesn't matter - the vagina is wet. My father, floored at all of this, is STILL willing to take her back. He's skinny as a rail due to the stress, and can barely eat and barely sleep. The man that I'm supposed to look up to, especially at a crucial age of 16, has psychologically collapsed. Parental guidance is nowhere to be found.

I'd been anti-drugs and anti-drinking my whole life. I worked hard, practiced my hobbies hard, and held pride that I didn't party like everyone else.

Those ideals were about to all fly out of the window.

The Rebellion

When a mother decides to abandon her children and leave the home, and there is no father figure available, the subconscious mind experiences a deep disturbance. Your protectors are gone, and you are know open to attack from any and all sides. Panic attacks were now a daily occurrence for me, and some way to cope has to be found.

I dove headfirst into drinking, and then into smoking weed - a LOT. The main problem was anger. Unable to accept what had happened, I drank and smoked away my panic and rage. I began getting arrested for reckless driving, and was now being fired from every job I had. A former sober, hard-working youth who had such a zest for life and strong moral ethics was now headed down the fast lane of destruction, fueled by betrayal and anger by my whore of a mother. Healthy hobbies and days of hard work fall to the wayside.

My Dad went on to find a new woman, who is a controlling maniac, but he doesn't give a damn. He latches on for dear life, and spends every waking minute focused on her. She also re-introduces him to wine, and his 20 years of alcohol abstinence fly out the window, as he embraces this new habit. She and her two daughters move in. I'm kicked out of my room as her daughters take it over, and am given the downstairs room, which lacks a door.

Now me, being a now 18 year-old teen, suddenly has an attractive 15 year-old girl living with me. As expected, after a couple of months her and I begin to fool around, and my emotional, messed-up self falls head over heels for her. I view her as a perfect being, both of us being hurt by our pasts, and I'm fully in. It's all about her, her, her, as our relationship slowly progresses to new heights. We never did have actual sex, however, but did fool around in many other ways. In the meantime, I even cry in front of her at times as I console in her about my pain. I'm making every blue-pill mistake in the book, but how in the hell was I to know?

The Trip

At age 18, after experimenting with alcohol, weed, coke, and ecstasy, I wanted to ramp up my high to a whole new level. So, while spending time at my mother's home, I decided to take an eighth of mushrooms - my first trip ever - and enter a blissful world where I could forget all of my problems.

That, however, was NOT at all what occurred.

The trip was ballistically powerful, quickly exceeding all expectations of how high a person could possibly get. As the trip progressed, and I drifted further and further from reality, I then realized that this was going to be an experience that I, as a naive 18 year-old kid, was NOT prepared for, and I was entering a realm that I had NO business entering. Panic struck (the identical panic that "the phone call" had brang), as the trip progressed and fully took hold. I lay on the bed, experienced a serpent swallow me whole, and this led to a classic NDE, or "near-death experience," where I left my body, met with beings of light, was told it was not yet my time to die, and was sent back. As to whether or not this actually happened is not important here - upon being "sent back," I slammed awake, drenched with so much sweat I could've rung out my shirt, and the aftermath of the experience was immediately apparent. I had just fucked myself up psychologically in a deep, DEEP way, and it was clear that I had just made a critical error.

With my emotions ranging from manic highs to suicidal lows in 5-minute intervals, I guzzled a bottle of wine to calm down. Upon awaking from sleep, it was clear that I had fundamentally altered my psyche, and I was in need of serious help. I can no longer tolerate cannabis, as this exacerbates my panic and depression. Alcohol is my only saving grace.

I dive into the world of psychiatric medicine, trying everything under the sun. SSRIs, anticonvulsants, mood stabilizers, antipsychotics, and benzodiazepenes. Nothing works, and they all make my condition even worse. I continue drinking heavily.

My now stepsister, who I'm still head-over-heels for, (fucked up situation, I know) goes to a party one night with my sister, drinks, and loses her virginity that same night to a guy she'd just met for the first time. She also becomes pregnant. My head is now further fried from all of this, as I tried hard to get the good stuff and never could, and now I still have to live with this girl. The level of anger I feel is now pushed even higher, and I'm nearly constantly consumed with rage and hate, as she gets visits from new boyfriends while I'm downstairs losing my mind. Drinking intensifies. Her and I are obviously done, but this simply further pushes me towards hatred of women.

Add to the fact that my best friend is now sleeping with my biological sister, with no regards for my feelings, makes everything even worse. I now feel betrayed by my mother, my sister, and my stepsister. Women, it seems, have this incredible ability of fucking up my life in every single way, as NONE of them can EVER keep their motherfucking legs closed. My sister is eventually dumped by my former best friend after sabotaging the friendship, but she then goes on to fuck and date my other great friend, pissing me off all over again. This then happens a THIRD time, with a new friend of mine. I'm bewildered at how she can continue to do this again and again with zero consideration as to how I feel about it.

The stress of all of these events eventually hits such an intense level that I'm entering wild crying spells every single day. Out of desperation, I finally admit myself to the psych ward, and spend an entire week locked up. Women's hypergamy literally landed me in a mental ward - a fucking loony bin.

With the high doses of medication, coupled with heavy drinking and lack of hygiene, I actually begin having great side effects such as losing teeth in my early 20s. I'm eventually handed some oxycontins for free, and am amazed at their anti-depressant capabilities. Elevating endorphins and dopamine, opiates are basically artificial love in a pill. Not wanting to get hooked on the oxycontins, however, and discontinue them and continue drinking, until I was given Suboxone. Upon finding Suboxone had virtually the same effect on my mood, I visited a doctor and got a script for it, using Suboxone for about 6 years for relief. The relief, however, wore off mostly after about 6 months, and the therapeutic effect was mostly gone. During these years I simply drifted through life, mostly lounging around and accomplishing virtually nothing. My soul had been stripped and honed out of my body, and i was nothing but a shell of my former self.

During this time, I had oddly adapted many feministic mannerisms, and was wearing clothing which was bordering on the feminine side as well. There were even times when I would feel almost as if I was a woman, which caused great panic and distress. Looking back, I think my mind was undergoing thoughts of "fuck it, women have the upper hand, you may as well become one," as I had no one around to show me the proper ways of masculinity.

The Aftermath

I'm now 31, reflecting back upon those years of hell. How much pain could have been avoided had my mother not cheated? What would my life be like, and the life of my sister and father? (My sister is now a recovered heroin addict; my brother a recovered sex addict). Where would I be in life right now had I never dove into drugs?

My father is still with the woman he remarried to, his ballsac completely chopped off. He still drinks quite heavily, and is so incredibly whipped. My mother is STILL with that jobless loser who treats her like shit. Her figure is now entirely gone, she's bloated and has high BP, drinks a lot, is constantly paranoid of her new Chad cheating, and inhales his second-hand smoke every single day as he sits on his jobless ass.

About 3 1/2 years ago, I gave my life to God, and I have been gradually healing. Theredpill has been a place which has helped me understand what occurred, and why it happened. I'm very thankful for this board. But it is apparent that I'm still carrying anger over how badly women have fucked me over again and again in my life, and I'm hoping typing this longass story out can help.

I'm now married with children, and my wife is honestly a good woman who cares for me deeply. I approach our marriage from a redpill perspective, taking charge where I can, and so far everything is going about as well as it can in our relationship. But it's true that I am permanently scarred after enduring what I did, and being given such harsh doses of reality. When a female feels horny, she will nearly always make extremely poor decisions that will leave a wake of destruction. I try every day to be positive, I lift and workout, and even sometimes have glimpses of my former self and mindset. But I'll never be the same.

Summary:

• Make no mistake - hypergamous women are completely destroying lives and causing massive and devastating levels of pain for many individuals out there

• Remember, AWALT

• A mother will abandon her own fucking children if her pussy becomes wet

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Summary: Women filter via genetic traits while men filter via learned traits. Women want men for their genes while men want women for their ability to have healthy children and take care of them. Don't rely entirely on learned traits to attract women.

Body: I actually wanted to have this discussion elsewhere, because on TRP I feel as though I'm preaching to the choir, but you simply cannot have this conversation on elsewhere on Reddit without censorship. Women tend to filter via traits that are genetically predetermined to a far greater extent than men in nearly all aspects of attraction.

Starting with physical attributes, women tend to value height, facial aesthetics, hair quality, fitness, penis size, and style (as in fashion/wardrobe). Other than style and fitness, you cannot control any of those. Meanwhile, men care about fitness more than any other trait, followed by facial aesthetics, and to a smaller extent cup size and "curviness." Even if a girl is naturally not attractive, if she is fit, she will be sought after in the dating world regardless of lack of curves or an ugly face (examples 1, 2). The second girl has no curves and an aesthetically bad face, but by changing the things that are within her control she breaks into the top 30% of women just by virtue of taking care of her body. Have you ever seen a bald 5'5" man with an ugly face and a small penis become desirable to women through fitness and style alone? As a woman, you are almost never born out of the reach of being an attractive person.

Obviously attitude and personality has a great effect on attraction for both sexes. Men tend to value loyalty and modesty above all. Charm and confidence are important, but not nearly as important as the two above, which can easily be attained through effort alone. Meanwhile, women value charm, humor, and confidence. While we'd all agree that those are teachable to a certain extent, you can't just will yourself into being funny or charming.

To me this appears to be a modern reflection of our evolutionary values. Women value men they want to fuck for their unlearnable traits, because they primarily want men for their genes. Meanwhile, men value women for their current state, since she has to be healthy enough to carry the baby and successfully raise it to adulthood.

What does this mean in terms of dating? It means you cannot rely on your acquired traits alone. A man who relies on money to get women is appealing to the wrong part of her reptilian brain. Even a man who relies on fitness, especially steroids, will eventually lose her affections if he has to stop and the illusion of his superior genes is revealed. For short term dating, fake it 'til you make it. For LTRs, you need to be sure that her attraction to you is built on solid ground through traits she actually values evolutionarily, or you will be exploited for resources. Luckily, men have set the bar so low in terms of demonstration of their evolutionary value that being fit and stylish is often enough to be physically appealing unless you are the quadruple whammy of short, bald, and ugly with a small dick.

Lessons Learned:

• Sexually, women want men for their genes and place a greater emphasis on genetically determined traits

• Men want women to carry their genes forward, and while we care about her genes, we're more concerned with who she is right now, since she will be having and raising the child

• A man who relies on learned or acquired traits to get women such as money, loyalty, kindness, or falsely acquired traits (e.g. found to be using PUA/TRP to be charming/attractive, fake appearance products like wigs or shoe lifts) is going to be seen as inferior and will be cucked, left, or designated to BB status

Intro:

I'd like to preface this with a statement: Sorry to disappoint, but I've never in my 21 years of life heard a single person in real life that actually supports any kind of rape(unless of course you mean they support people that obviously have been falsely accused of rape).

 

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The recent resurgence of blog posts supporting the "Teach men/boys not to rape" has inspired me to chalk up this post. The sheer fact that people find the idea of risk-reducing behavior adaptions(don't walk alone by yourself at 3:00AM in the ghetto) is wrong, misled and pointless is something I find completely baffling. So I decided to type out this fitting analogy in line with my military background.

 

To be blunt: there is -no- 100% solution to this problem. It is not possible to achieve a zero-incident-vision(despite it being an honest and honorable goal).

 

Instead I propose that we should strive to consider rape in the same light as an unintentional discharge(hereby referred to as UD). It's illegal(and therefore punishable), has a high potential harmfulness, and there is consensus that an UD should never occur. Despite the fact, there is always a certainty, a kind of unwritten guarantee that UDs always happen at some point.

 

Perhaps it's a mechanical defect?

Maybe it's straight up human error?

It might even just be someone who despite not receiving the order to fire(consent), decide to let one rip anyways out of pure stupidity/ego/lack of fear for repercussions.

 

In situations where your senses are left reduced, like when wearing double hearing protection paired with strong gusts(alcohol), one might possibly misinterpret signals and fire because you actually thought you had gotten the order to fire. There is always this uncertain chance.

 

Of course, UDs occuring is never a good thing. But in contrast to rape, we have in the case of UDs realized that as long as mankind wields weapons, they will happen. And in my opinion, this is a gloomy --but healthy and realistic attitude towards the problem. Because instead of wasting energy and resources on finding solutions to a strawman-problem(teach people that UDs are wrong!!)(because hint hint: this gets drilled into your skull all the way from Basic(childhood) for a soldier) we've got a more important and effective focus: Reflection and realization of your own responsibility in the matter, and preventive measures.

 

Instead of putting yourself in a situation where you are exposed to risk(keeping your finger on the trigger despite not having an intention to shoot), we learn how to best avoid the kind of situations where UDs happen in the first place. We've actually got so many precautions in place that you've got to win the lottery to be able to shoot another person by accident.

 

And it is this extremely low rate of occurence that I have a strong belief that we can achieve with societal problems like rape too.

 

I -completely- understand that it sucks to have to limit your own fun, like not waving your barrel everywhere and showing off those cool maneuvers and poses you've practiced in front of the mirror(don't drink yourself so witless that you find yourself doing a naked striptease on the table), or to NEVER point a loaded gun at something you have no intention of shooting(don't be a bonafide dickteaser) etc, but hey, you know what?

It's effective.

 

Look at the difference in mentalities between police and the military conscripts in my country; both instances are well aware that UDs are a bad thing. Yet the relatively small police force in my country has more UDs per year than the much larger military divisions(including conscripts) have had combined in a decade. This is in large part due to the knowing military attitude that UDs will happen, and the police seemingly believe they are avoidable if you just tell officers not to do them(instead of more preventative measures like more training, ACTUAL mechanical safeties on the weapons and a more stoic attitude towards the gun rules(treat all weapons as if loaded etc)). You'd be hard pressed to find any military personell that would even consider pointing a gun, let alone firing it, with another person within a 45 degree angle in front of their barrel without explicit instructions to do violate said 45 degree rule(BDSM).

 

Rapes, like UDs, are to some degree inevitable. Understand that they will happen, no matter how much you tell people they shouldn't. So instead of dissuading females from taking measures to keep themselves safe, encourage them instead. This solution is more pleasant for us all. (I mean hey, even according to a feminist narrative, it would be in the interest of us misogynist pig scum to keep our women unspoiled by others so why would we not want to reduce rape??)

 

Closing words:

Life is a risk-assessment, and it's each and every persons own responsibility if one takes a bad one and end up hurt or dead. Unfair as it is, even people that take precautions and good risk-assessments sometimes wind up in bodybags. Learn to accept that some things and people are beyond your influence, and your only way to better your odds are through yourself. It won't help you to go parachuting and asking the parachute not to fail. Instead, learn to pack your parachute properly and to thoroughly inspect it before you go jumping.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-sbkYpSC0Rw&feature=youtu.be

There's a million experts here and I won't pretend to be one of them, just created a throw away to show this video because WOW there is so much RP knowledge to dissect from every little thing they say. (note to mods: I had to use an old throw-away, thanks)

We really do live in a post-feminist world, watching them react is hilarious. They're literally creating emotional prostitutes and paying $125/hr minimum for the privilege.

Note: Paid companionship in this video is 100% positive. What are the odds they see male "paid companionship" in a similar positive light?

Link: Christina Hoff Sommers sides with feminists on Michelle Fields hoax and calls Trump a bully

Summary: C.H Sommers is a typical feminist after all.

Body: C.H Sommers is the "good"feminist who wrote the book "The War on Boys". She is notorious for attacking fanatical feminists and she did some events with Milo.

But this time, she is exposed.

Indeed, everyone now knows about the Michelle Field hoax, the girl who falsely accused Trump’s campaign manager of assault. Everyone knows the story and the video evidence is clear. There was no assault, just a gentle grab of the arm.

But Christina Hoff Sommers and other feminists have signed a petition to have Trump's campaign manager fired, even after reviewing all the evidence. In an interview, she doubled down on it, even if it would ruin the man's life by branding him as a woman beater.

In addition, we learn from Sommers in her interview from last week that she thinks Trump is a bully, an unstable man. She didn't talk about his policies, but him as a man. That’s funny considering she defended boys for decades, but when a real man shows up and bravely fights the status quo, she demonizes him and use the typical SWJ tactics to attack him.

Worse, she said she supports John Kasich. The guy who conveniently stayed behind the scene, who didn’t tackle any of the tough issues, who stayed PC all the time. If she supports that guy, then it means she thinks he's a good man, and that Trump is a bad man.

Lesson learned: always trust your gut about women, even those who appears to be on the right side.

If you have a passing interest in the ongoing decay of comics, read further.

I was hoping this new start of black panther would be bad ass. There was a lot of hype behind it, something like 300,000 preorders in anticipation. Unfortunately, a clearly sjw journalist from the Atlantic was brought on to write the comic. He and the mediocre artist went out of their way to inject concentrated liquid feminism into each goddamn panel of it.

Spoilers.

The tldr of the issue is that t'challa/panther has recently taken back his place upon the throne of the advanced African nation of wakanda. The people hate him and are rioting like its Ferguson, the discord being influenced by some villainess that mystically brings out latent aggression in people while she's in their midst.

And now the bullshit: wakanda is a straight up matriarchal fantasy. Panther is the only male character in the issue, no joke. All men are either rioters, incompetent guards who get beat up by women, or criminals who are abusing the wimmin only to be thwarted by female peace keepers.

Panther's father and mother died sacrificing for the nation, his step mother rules while he has been away. Of course she is a stoic and wise ruler who upolds the law firmly even when it bothers her emotionally. You know, because that's how women in power tend to be.../s

Panther's sister took on the panther suit to be a strong independent womyn and died fighting Thanos. T'challa is trying to ressurect her

All the panther's personal elite gaurd as well as the peace keepers are female. There are no men in power or authority besides panther, whom the people hate. Makes perfect sense

Obligatory lesbian side story arc. Woman shows up at a prison, beats up male security team, helps girl friend escape. Barely related to main story. They are using t'challas tech I guess. They kiss and talk about nothing important

The issue is barely about t'challa at all. We get no sense of who he is. Its all about his step mother ruling, Female peacekeepers punishing bad men, political upheaval, and the random lesbians. All panther does is fail to quell a riot, then try to ressurect his sister. That's it. Garbage.

What I liked: the golden city looked cool and advanced. That was neat. We always hear about how advanced wakanda is. This is the first time you actually get to see evidence of it.

That's it. Really disappointed at how hamfisted it is. They already have chick thor and a host of other terrible girl power comics. Why must they wreck the male  stories too. And one of the few black heroes at that... End of rant

tl;dr: fat Christian girls want the perfect man. You probably won't want to read this post in all honestly - I just need to vent.

<Begin rant>

Body: I'm a Christian. No, I am not here to start a moral debate but rather rant to possibly feel better about myself. IDK, spur the moment impulse maybe.

TRP has been a lifesaver to me. The "just be yourself and trust God" advice is feel good but doesn't give any actionable advice. So there is a website called Boundless. I used to read it a lot. Like, check 3 times a day a lot. Haven't read the site in maybe a year and randomly decided to hit it again to see what's happening. The entire site's dating section says to: Pray, wait on God, lower your standards. As a Christian I get the prayer part - if you don't ask you don't get. Again, not trying to start a moral debate.

Boundless also sponsors a Christian dating site called ChristianMingle. Probably have heard of it. Guess what? You can make a free profile.

Dating Profile: I pull my Tinder pics and post them minus abs pic since I knew it would be censored. (Got email later saying they rejected all but the head shot bc I wasn't "clearly seen" or "in the picture") I fill out my awesome hobbies, complete a short bio (research says 97 words is the sweet spot btw). I fill out my preferences for a partner and am cleared to browse.

The Girls : Awesome! Now I can peruse the girls in my area since I have an account! Hot dog! * Fat Chicks * Old Chicks * Ugly Chicks * All of the above Chicks

God save me.

So I click on the least ugly girl there. Maybe a 6? She wants the perfect guy. Just what every guy in the world is: 20 years old, wants lots of kids, good job, passion for mission trips (mission trips require you to beg for money - no golden tickets there).

The Guys : Hopped over to the men bc why not check out the competition? (Honestly surprised they would let me look at the males...) * Old * Fat * BETA

One guy was 58 years old - never married. Doesn't drive. Had a book for his profile (I didn't read the whole thing and I bet the girls didn't either) Said he kissed a girl in college and hasn't since - wants to wait until the alter. Was proud of his digital camera with the timer to take his picture. The site lets you see their match preferences and his were: 22-99 and "doesn't smoke". My own were quite more rigorous - particularly on body type. Most girls think 20 pounds over weight and double chin is common so "average" is an exceptable response for body type. But I digress....

I have noticed Christian girls are usually heavier because of the "God will provide" message. "Honey, he will love you for who you are. It is vain and a sin to worry about looks." So they let themselves go or don't even try to present themselves in the best light. News flash: I shave of my neck beard every day to look the best version of myself. I ain't doing it for no girl. Shaving that upper lip is a service to society my dear. Stands to note: on Boundless, the authors of these articles are either single or recently engaged at 30 something and are all below my standard in BMI rating regardless.

I won't get noticed on this site because of the crappy pics allowed and will probably take the profile down in a week or so. Even if they clicked on my profile, my bio is censored so... yeah...

<End Rant> Lessons Learned * Online dating sucks * Online girls are fat and demanding * Christian guys are inherently beta

I'm new to the red pill, turned 20 years old on 3/31st. I was born in India and came to america 11 years ago. The red pill opened my eyes to a lot of new things, such as not being a nice guy, fitness, girls, a total mindset shift from what my parents have always preached. They are extremely traditional oldschool Indians who tell me to get an arranged marriage at 25 (this sounds crazy to me now), and having kids by 28 and pursuing a good degree (currently doing computer science in college). I honestly was never happy with these things so i decided to find out answers in the past 3 months i followed a lot of the things taught here and here is some progress.

5"11 205 lbs to 177 lbs this morning (carb cycling + hiit) Started reading more books.

I'm still chubby because im a newbie to training, but confidence has boosted immensely. LOT easier to talk to girls too (Although i still have never had a girlfriend).

If he/she does or did something that violates your expectations or boundaries about anything then fucking let them know that you wont tolerate such behaviour or action.

If they continue fucking ditch them!

If you're asking about how a RP person acts or behaves its simple. He does what he wants without caring what people think or second guessing himself. He owns his flaws and virtues.

If he does something embarrassing or makes a mistake he owns it, because he knows he is not any less of a person for doing it.

A RP person is confident in themselves and expresses that.

I have seen a few retarded videos recently '36 questions for men'. Let's do one back.

1.If you want job parity for CEOs, politicians, and STEM field, why aren't you fighting for parity in mining, sewerage workers, nursing, teaching, construction workers, street cleaners and slaughterhouse workers.
2. Why is it empowerment when a woman chooses to go into STEM fields and patriarchy, sexism and internalised misogyny when she chooses not to?
3. Has a man ever said to you when you put lipstick on it makes me want to rape you? 4. Do you find fat men attractive? Have you ever dated fat men?
5. Has a man ever forced you to read fashion magazines, put on lipstick or wear a bra?
6. Why don't women know how babies are made so they can stop 'unplanned' pregnancy?
7. Why are men at strip clubs sexist and women at strip clubs empowered? 8.Do you think it is OK for women to use dildos and vibrators? 9. Do you think it is OK to objectify men so much that using an artificial penis is OK? 10. If women have breasts, and some women choose to use their breasts to make money why isn't that feminine empowerment? 11. When you put on lipstick is it a) because you are too weak-willed to resist the power of the patriarchy, b) because of internal misogyny, c) because you like feeling attractive?
12. Who told you thongs and g-strings were sexy?
13. If a woman gets paid more than a man should men get paid more so they are paid the same amount or should her wages be reduced?
14. Has a man ever said to you ' a stay at home mum is letting down her gender?
15. How many times have you asked someone out and been rejected? How did it make you feel?
16. Why do you wear stretch denim when you have a really big ass?
17. Why do you think it is OK to ask men to buy you a drink but a man is a creep if he asks you to buy him a drink? 18. Why can't you change a tire, carry the trash out or empty a mousetrap? 19. Why do you care if the toilet seat is up and why can't you just put it down again?
20. If you care about women why do you still buy clothes made in 3rd world sweatshops?
21. Why does PMS put you in a bad mood but you can't accept that biology can affect more than just your ability to have children?
22. Why do women want to have sex with famous people?
23.If women are opposed to 'rape culture' why aren't they trying to change the prison system for men? 24. If women don't want to be viewed as sex objects why are they learning to poledance, strip, and twerk? 25. Why don't women find feminist men sexy?
26. Why is it OK to ask a man for help and still believe inequality? 27. If you want to support equality why do you use a male mechanic, plumber, builder, policeman, electrician.....
28. Why do you suck at chess? 29. When you look around your house how many things can you find that were designed and/or built by women? 30. If looks don't matter why are there photos on dating sites? 31. If porn and modelling are sexist why do women get paid more? 32. If you don't want men to look at you why do you wear push-up bras, bikinis, thongs, and tight clothing?
33. Have you ever heard a man say, "I am going to marry somebody rich."?
34. Why don't you want women getting drafted? 35. With the exception of beach volleyball why are female sports SO boring?
36. How does it feel being the same gender as Eva Braun, Ilse Koch, Lucretia Borgia, Sarah Palin, Roseanne Barr, and Imelda Marcos?

I was browsing an article about fat shaming and someone linked this gem: https://twitter.com/dailyheightism

It's a twitter page about "Documenting the most socially acceptable and least seriously taken form of discrimination"

I read some re-tweets below and my blood just started to boil a little. Are these women for real? Some of them even proclaim "all short men (i guess below 5.11") should die. Are you fucking kidding me? I know some of these could be trolling but seriously?

I realize the existance of the "height shit test" and I know it's passable. There are also two pictures below the Twitter profile of some girl proclaiming she would like to have Dave Franco perform a medical exam on her and the other picture showing his height 1.70cm (about 5.6-5.7") so I guess the Brad Pitt rule applies here.

My last ex also had this height complex when we went on our first date (I'm around 5.8" and she's a solid 5.7") but I disregarded her comments and just laughed it off and we ended up dating for 2 years. She never got rid of the complex though and constantly reminded me of this but I didn't give a fuck, I just made fun of her and used A&A.

The funny thing was her aunt and her husband. He is way shorther, like a whole head, maybe more. I asked my gf to elaborate on this fact and she said this: "Yeah, he's shorter but he can step on his fat wallet and match her height so there is no problem." I literally could not believe my ears and didn't have a response I just looked at her and walked the fuck away. I can't stand this hypocrisy.

I know there are attraction preferences and are non-negotiable so I don't chase women who are taller than me (if she gives some IOI I usually follow up) and I seriously gave up giving a fuck about my height in highschool because it's a factor I can't really change. Some girls even said that shorter guys are usually more confident (because that's bad right?) and should drop back down to earth and fuck off because they have nothing to be confident about.

There were also some comments about this discrimination: Someone proclaimed it's basically only happening in the USA (I'm from EU) but I'm not so sure about that. All these shallow land whales who do nothing all day except sit on their ass browsing their iPhones, instagramming and watching series can actually get away with this shit and call it "preference" but when I tell some girl I don't date/have sex with fat chicks I can get reported and prosecuted?

I had a conversation about this with my dad's girlfriend. In her last marriage (husband died, so there was no divorce rape. I got that shit checked out before I gave my father the blessing when she wanted to move in with us) she gained some weight and in a rage her ex husband called her a "fat cow". She became depressed and gained even more weight (she's back to normal now) and she told me how serious this fat shaming is - it can cause psychological trauma etc...

But then I said this: "Ok, I get it, nobody wants to be shamed about their appearance - may it be fat, skinny, physically disabled and whatnot - but what about when girls actually shame and laugh about a great guy who happens to be short and even do it publically?"

She remained speechless and went on about shallow girls and preference.

What are your experiences about this matter?

I'm in seriously raging hard right now because I don't even know if females are worth my time, money and nerves anymore.

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_-b_oGneO0s

Summary: Cuckservatives have been replaced by liberals in their roles of being pussies.

Body:

Before the crazy liberals of today, we had right wing extremists, aka cuckservatives, annoying everyone with their censorship.

Massive backlash later, both by good and bad people, the power of the right has been significantly diminished. Then the left took over.

Have things changed? Fuck no.

Religious extremists have been replaced by feminist extremists.

Movies, video games and books are still banned, only the reasons for the bans have changed, according to the new religion of feminism.

Free speech is silenced is silenced on Twitter, which has been infiltrated by SJWs in the past few years.

Child molesters are still excused, only instead of Catholic priests, it’s feminists like Lena Dunham.

And liberals are getting away with all sorts of crimes, like harassing Latina Trump supporters with death threats or making up false accusations without any consequences.

If liberals don’t disavow their crazies and speak out against them, they will soon experience the same animosity Muslims face just for associating themselves with a set of believes.

They need to do something quick.

Lesson learned:

• The Truth is spreading everywhere, and soon this liberal non sense will be over.
• But history tends to repeat itself. Are we gonna have those cuckservatives back in power once liberals are gone?

Lawyers representing a former University of Virginia student who claimed she was the victim of a gang rape in a discredited Rolling Stone story have asked a judge to cancel her scheduled deposition in a lawsuit against the magazine, arguing that she would be “re-traumatized” if she is compelled to recount her ordeal in proceedings under oath.

WaPo Link

Re-traumatize? Evidently that can happen to victims of sexual assault when they re-count their stories. Of course the problem being that she was never sexually, and even if she had been, she happily re-counted the story to Rolling Stone.

And now that we're dealing with The World of Grownups - minus, of course, the university administrators who let the whole "Lord of the Flies" bullshit happen in the first place, one of whom is now suing Rolling Stone - she is faced not only with being the Lying Liar Who Lied, but being officially sanctioned for it, once she perjures herself by lying under oath.

Also, her public testimony will be available for any subsequent lawsuit, such as one by those men whom she lied about and subjected to university sanctions, potential criminal punishment and ostracization.

“I didn’t want a trial,” Jackie said in 2014. “I can’t imagine getting up on a defense stand having them tear me apart.”

Yes, dear, well, if only you hadn't made it so easy for them by being a lying liar, and doing it so poorly.