I’ve been meaning to get around to this for a while; not just for the inherent SEO benefits, but also because it’s the Right Thing to Do.  I’m ashamed to say it’s fallen by the wayside.  What with my busy schedule of harassing endangered species, getting drunk with my standup comedian-Literary Agent, scouting out sniper positions throughout the city, and yelling at myself in the mirror – I don’t get nearly enough writing done.

So without further ado, allow me to introduce Omnipitron at The Phantom Tollbooth: One man’s journey through blended family, ADHD, and rampant Misandry; he recently wrote a 5-part series which – in my eyes – contained a stunning insight.

Let’s see if my summary can do him justice.

The Negotiation

Part 1

Why the hell are women so pissed off?  Why these fifty years of feminism, of misandry, and idiotic social policies?  In the Manosphere we tend to look at women – plural – from the outside, examining only their Effects upon the world as if they were some sort of Black Box.  It is only with a woman – singular – that we begin to examine her Causes: hypergamy, fading looks, & her enslavement to her own emotions.  We seldom ask what caused Feminism in the first place.

To understand the cause, we need to realize that women don’t have that much control over their lives – not compared to men, anyway – and this has nothing to do with Patriarchy, or Male Privilege.

It’s their biology that put them Behind the Eight Ball when The Negotiation started.

Part 2

We all know what’s on the table – Men are offering status, Women are offering beauty.  Now here’s the rub:

Us red-blooded Men can (more-or-less) control our status through hard work and learning Game.  Furthermore, our assets appreciate over time – we are not competing with our cohort, nor are we competing with George Clooney – we are only competing with the few-dozen other men around us.  The George Soldinis of the world are rare; generally speaking, every dog has his day.

Women, on the other hand, have almost zero control over what they bring to the table.  It’s Genetics, baby, Genetics!  Stupid can be Taught, but Ugly is Forever – in fact, ugly gets worse as time progresses.  And then – as if that’s not bad enough – unlike us, Women are competing with Jessica Alba – as well as the latest crop of Delicious High School Graduates.

Can you see at this very early stage of the negotiation why women get so butt hurt about men and their ‘preoccupation’ with a woman’s appearance? Hey, us guys do get a little hot under the collar when it comes to some women and their ‘gold digging’ ways, but we can choose to make more money, to us it’s simply a choice (look at that, we have a choice) to improve our status.

Oh, but he’s not done yet…

Part 3

In this part, he brings up numerous examples of celbrity Spring/Autumn relationships.  Women, despite their focus on status, also value Youth and Good Looks to a certain degree; Aston Kutcher QED.

But even if a 20 year old woman should marry a 20 year old sparkly vampire good-looking millionaire, nature will be working against the relationship.  Her market value diminishes; his increases.  The occasional Woman such as Demi Moore might retain her looks well into her forties, but that doesn’t change the fact that Time is her Enemy.

Men grow more secure, and more powerful as they age, right up to the point of senescence.  Women feel a creeping fear that nobody will love them in twenty years, and they will fall into spinsterhood.

Men have a future to look forward to; women have only the past.

Part 4

In this part he rewinds a bit – let’s re-examine the biological principle.

Men – we really just need sex.  In a pinch masturbation will do just fine, particularly with freely available Internet Porn; it’s not ideal, but we can survive off it.  Women, on the other hand, need children… and the money to raise them.

Women need men like fish need WATER, it’s men who need women like a fish needs a bicycle,

Neither sperm banks, nor one-night-stands will settle a woman’s biological imperitive.  Ultimately she needs resources, and a lot of them, before she will be as “free” as a man.  Her assets in the Sexual Marketplace devalue, rapidly.  That is why she has opted for Divorce Theft.

1)      Since women have indirect control over their assets, this means the type of man they can even initially assess may be much lower than they want. They have no means of increasing their value so this affects their asking price significantly.

2)      So long as her prospect is at least halfway ambitious, his value will increase over time, while hers has a very short shelf life and will ultimately decrease. This also means that she doesn’t have quite as much time to haggle with the price as doing so works to his benefit, but to her expense and even what sort of price she can ask in the first place

3)      The biggest one; this situation benefits her quite a bit more than it will ever benefit him so this too also means she can’t set a price for as quite as much as she would like. It also means that he can set a much higher price that she will have little choice but to accept.

But ultimately, not even this works – feminism is exacerbating the problems, by making sex even easier for us to access.  Sorry ladies, you can’t fight nature.

Part 5

‘Male Privilege’ isn’t about institutional power – it’s the biology, stupid!  They’re pissed off because it’s just not fair!!!

So now he introduces another brilliant analogy: pro Football players.

They can’t ask for too much however, because doing so may sour the team against signing them. This is the reality; there will always be other football players willing to take their place. In fact, consider the pressure on any starter in the game. All they need do is look to the bench and they will see many hungry eyes chomping at the bit to replace them if given half the chance. Injury, dismal performance, a downward spiral of attitude can and will eventually mean you and these ‘youngry’ players will switch seats. Does anyone need to state that NO athlete EVER wants to be on the bench?

And I thought sales was stressful.

Lots of pressure wouldn’t you agree? While the money may be phenomenal, would that pressure to perform be worth it? How many men reading this are glad they never have to face such pressures? … women face those very same pressures just by being born female and they have no choice in the matter.

He then goes on to provide roughly a dozen feminist quotes that fit perfectly with the theory he describes.

My Thoughts

I’ve seen plenty of great deconstructions of Feminist ‘Thought’ before – I’ve written a few myself – but this is the first time I’ve run into such an extensive and empathetic explanation of what underlies the ideology.

Obviously this is no excuse for feminism; quite frankly, it’s a juvenile mentality.  As any MRA will be quick to point out, feminism completely fails to acknowledge the sacrifices of Life and Limb that we Men have made throughout history… let alone the fact that Men have largely wielded their ‘power’ with kindess and care for the weaker sex.

So let me finish with a Sun Tzu quote, so well know that Google autocompleted it for me:

It is said that if you know your enemies and know yourself, you will not be imperiled in a hundred battles; if you do not know your enemies but do know yourself, you will win one and lose one; if you do not know your enemies nor yourself, you will be imperiled in every single battle.

Oh, and one last thing – go read his damn blog.  Omnipitron’s a bit wordy at times, but there’s some good, wacky stuff bouncing around that skull of his.

You spend a few years as a professional driver, and you fast run out of music stations to listen to; I could go on and on about how much Excellent Classic Rock there is that never made the Top-20s chart, but you don’t come here to read about that.  Suffice to say, I’m stuck with Talk Radio as a driving companion.

The other night I found myself in the ignomious position of driving to my mother’s house to do laundry, like some sort of Univsersity student.  Not because I’m broke, mind you – though I am – I’d simply lost the damn card required in this era of Electronic Money and the Number of the Beast.  Coin-op washing machines are a faint and precious memory…

So while I was crusing along one of Calgary’s main-drags, tailgaiting an $80 000 minivan which refused to exceeded the speed limit, I Swear to Odin that the following stories came on the hourly news:

A Jewish/Muslim Alliance is protesting anti-bullying legislation which informs School Children that there are, in fact, six genders. Good Lord, I thought – wasn’t this the premise of a Heinleinian Dystopian Novel?

Next on, it seems that Helmets will now be necessary for skiing in Nova Scotia – a Province utterly free of Mountainous Regions.

Thirdly – if you drive through a CheckStop here in Calgary, and blow a 0.05 – which is below the legal limit of 0.08 – your car can be impounded for up to a month, without recourse, though you will not be arrested.

Fourthly – an MP was arrested that night for refusing a breathalyzer after having a glass of wine with dinner.

Every single time I turn on the news, without fail, it gets More and More Bizarre.  And it’s getting Bizarre at a Faster Rate.

It’s getting to the point where I’m not even angry over it anymore; nowadays I Laugh in Despair.  Truly, I am a Mad Man living in a Mad World!

And yet, in my current line of work, I’m constantly in touch with The Common Man – or at least, the common man who is also a small-business entrepreneur.  A nowhere do I see this constant insanity which seems to pervade, according to The Media.

A fellow Canadian Blogger pointed out some time back that 49% of the Canadian Population believes that we have too much immigration; a proposition which is so incredibly obvious that I once convinced a Mexican Immigrant of the Truth! of this statement, after only minutes of conversation (for the record, she was a Medical Doctor, not a Landscaper; Mexicans only landscape in places without winter) – but every political party wants to increase immigration, and your average Joe is ashamed of his Racism for being against it.

Your average blue-collar, white-collar, politically-bored and hard-working man I meet on a day-to-day basis is just as Sane as this Mexican Elite – no crazy at all!  Not a single one is as Pathologic as the nonsense reported by the Merchants of Mendacity.  What is it then, a trick?  A myth?  Normal People are Everywhere!

…at least, they are for 8 weeks.  That’s roughly the gestation cycle of The Worm.

It seems that folks will only talk sensible about what’s going on at any particular Time and Date.  Give it a few weeks, and they’ll say what the Talking Heads said; a few weeks and they’re buying it hook, line, and Stinker.

Let’s go back – waaaay back – and think about the smoking bylaws for a moment (a constant thorn in my side).  Back in the day, there were a lot of people against these things – even if they didn’t understand Private Property or other such Civilized Principles that our High School Teachers ‘forgot’ to mention…  Even years after those laws got passed, I could still talk to folks about the Insanity Of It All; and roughly 70% of the time the Signal Went Through.

Nowadays?  Bars have Always been non-smoking.  We’ve Always been At War with Islam.  That’s Just The Way Things Are.  You don’t want to go back to Monarchy, do you?  Democracy is the Wave of the Future.

Way back then, back when I was a civilian, back when the world was at peace, back when the sixties weren’t being re-enacted (this time Dirtier and More Destructive!), I used to have some Hope that the smoking bylaw would change; that me, the owner, and the other two dudes wouldn’t all have to step outside together to spark a dart, leaving his bar empty….  Surely this madness cannot last? I would say with a half-cocked grin.

It’s been 8 years.  And it’s getting worse.

Surely, we are living in the Cyberpunk Dystopia.  William Gibson is spinning atop his grave.

…the simpering excuse of the Moral Coward.

It’s lesser form, “I’m just doing my job,” brings to mind the incompetent half-ass; the man at the printing store who delivers $500 worth of stationary to you, with an obvious typo in the title – a typo you missed as you wrote the order in haste – which he didn’t think worthy of a telephone call to verify.*

For any Man of Red Blood, no explanation of the Nuremburg Defense is necessary: Right is Right, and Wrong is Wrong.  The very pathways of our souls are ordered along these lines.  Debates, perhaps, when the situation is particularly nuanced – but there exists a common sense as to what Justice means, as well as an acknowledgement that it is a social construct, existing objectively, outside of us; that it is not something subjective, ammenable to our whims and fancy.  There’s no need to write down what everybody knows.

But because we are Men, we have codified it explicitly.  The Canadian Forces Code of Conduct says:

…every member of the CF [Canadian Forces] has an obligation to disobey a manifestly unlawful order regardless of rank or position.

Emphasis mine.

In other words, if your CO commands you to execute a disabled enemy soldier, it is your duty to turn around and train your rifle on him.

Yet another document emphasizes just how serious Ethics are to a True Military Man:

QTC: You are an ambulance driver. Your military ambulance is clearly marked with the Red Cross. You are about to return to the front to pick up more wounded. A senior NCO approaches you and orders you to open up the ambulance so that he can load ammunition into it. You tell him that such action is illegal. The act of transporting the ammunition in the ambulance is illegal under the Law of Armed Conflict. True or false?

A: True. The use of a vehicle marked with a Red Cross for a military purpose is perfidy. Therefore, it is illegal to transport ammunition in an ambulance.

Now, I can’t say I’m a fan of the Law of Armed Conflict – it reeks of Univesalism, and the rampant Leftism of the UN.  There’s a callow vegetarianism to the whole thing, with an authorship coming out of the well-fed classes.  It lacks an understanding of aggression, violence, or the implications of total war, and yet…

And yet the soul of the document is bold statement, shouted out at the great unwashed masses of the world: “We are Civilized Men; we are Men of our Word.  We shall grant quarter to a defeated enemy, and respect the courage with which he fought.  We disdain the use of torture, indignity, and the savagery of chemical/biological weapons.  Violence is instrumental – not a principle.  We reject your Big Man State.  We shall fight you, and grind you into the earth… but we shall fight with Honour.”

This has been a principle I’ve lived my life by, in spite of Doctor Milgram; I always figured that the 65% who failed at morality were the cattle living in the suburbs, the doughy soy-bean people, the group which cops and criminals alike refer to as ‘citizens’ (not to be mistaken for Heinlein’s gun toting, meat eating, spaceship building, family raising Citizen).  I understood the world to be a place where the majority of Armed Men carried the Authority of the Karateka in their heart.

At least, that’s what I believed until a year ago; as I made my way through the distended bowels of that gluttinous beast known as the ‘Justice System’ I saw first hand the divergence of values between the militar,y and the government as a whole.

“Listen-” said the Probation Officer, after I pointed out, not just the cruelties and indignities, but the outright material harm she was subjecting an Innocent Man to; “I’m just doing my job.  We’ve all got a job to do.  I could have you put back in prison, right now, to await trial.  Is that what you want?”

Reading this article on The Spearhead got me thinking, again, on all of this; on just how Low and Contemptuous is the character of the modern Cop, Prison Guard, Prosecutor, Probation Officer, and Bureuacrat.

Events such as this – all too common nowadays – bring up discussions about the “militirization of the police force” – and in one sense, that discussion is bang on.  SWAT Teams have become paramilitary death squads, using weapons and tactics similar to what you’d find in Afghanistan.**  But there’s one important difference.

Before a Civilized Army attacks you, they declare war.  They are clear about their intentions; they are clear about their behaviour; they are clear about what led to the conflict.  And when they lock you in a POW camp, make no mistake – you are still resisting. You may have acquiesced for the time being, but you are still their enemy.  They know this; you know this.  And yet, chances are, you will be better treated than any two-bit crook locked up by the government which claims to represent him.

The acutal military at least has the civility to Declare War before grinding you under the heel of their boot; our Modern Police State bellows “We are your Friend!” whilst tasering you for no reason at all.

The concept of Right and Wrong as Abstract Ideals has flown out the window long ago; we’re back to the scoiety of the Big Man.  The legal system has grown capricious, schizophrenic; Right has become a question of Might – be it from the barrel of the gun, or from back-room politics.  Might makes Right, and Lies rule the day.  You show me a corrupt cop getting fired, and I’ll show you a bigger, stronger, better connected Media Conglomerate who took issue because the Innocent Victim had a sympathetic nature – a Media Conglomerate who turned a blind eye to the past hundred victims; members of the Unfavoured Class who wound up “bleeding from the forehead” as the cops like to say.

The book Three Felonies a Day: How the Feds Target the Innocent (review) is a compendium of Legal Insanity.  Its eponomy based on the fact that – yes – thanks to excess legalislating, we all commit three indictable offenses per day, but it gets worse: most of these crimes lack the element of mens rea.  In other words, you don’t have to have evil intent, and your ignorance is no excuse (a premise which only makes sense when the laws are sensible).  Just piss off the wrong cop and you will find out, first-hand, what a Horror prison is to the Free Man.

So if I could offer one piece of advice to any of you Good Folk out there, it would be this: never leave your house without some cash in hand, your phone in your pocket, and a fresh pack of cigarettes.

You never know who’s going to be taken next.

* The inverse of the lesser form is LFCA TC Meaford motto: “Never pass a fault.” If you see something that’s all fucked up – you stop and fix it.

** I lie, there are two important differences: the second being that SWAT Teams are utterly incapable of dealing with a trained, alert, and determined Man of Violence.  Their tactics – the cowards! – assume docility in the target.  Anything more dangerous than a gangbanger with his blat-blat is utterly beyond them.

According to Westsern Witch Doctors, sanity is a relative measurement. The Sane Man is not He who has optimized his processing power with Good Priors and Bayes Theorem; it is not He who has become an Ubermensch, inductively reasoning out Trigonometry, while being omni-aware of his innermost thoughts – no, the Sane Man is nothing like that. Quite simply, modern Psychology defines sanity as that which fits closest to the mean. Bell curves are what determine value; not intrinsic worth.

By their standards, dear reader – by virtue of the unhealthy society in which we live – we are, both of us, Quite Mad.

But madness goes in all dircetions; just because The Teacher is wrong doesn’t mean that Any Answer is right.  So when I find that I’ve struck a chord – that others find my thoughts to be accurate and timely – it is comforting.  It increases the probability that I am Mad in precisely the Right Way.

In fact, thanks to some excellent comments, I feel the need to follow up.  Specifically, regarding one implicit premise from last time: why do I assume that education and career are things that ought to be primarily male?

We could start at the beginning – but that’s been done before.  Always more fun to go In through the Out Door, I always say.  So, let us ask: what is the point of all this chattering?

Beauty, art, friendship, accomplishment, family, a home, love! Are these not the things that matter in life?  Forget for one moment about money – elsewise you turn into one of those damned fools who buys brand-new leather sofas every two years.  Forget about being cool, about being empowered, fame, fortune, and all those other windmills.

Building a home, raising a family, and having honest friends is what it’s all about.

So – say it with me now!  Females in the Workforce: what’s in it for Us?

Fifty years ago, women weren’t allowed to work.

Horseshit.  Forget about history’s Madame Curies for a moment – I don’t need them.  Just think of your grandmothers.  Fifty years back, women used to tend to the home, raise the children, and take part in the community; if their husband was an entrepreneur (as most were, at the time) they had His Back.  Women sacrificed all of this to work in munitions plants during the war, they have been candy stripers and they have been nurses.  They made their husband lunches before he headed off to the factory.  They were the mortar which held the bricks of society together.

But women’s work wasn’t paid.

So what?  Seriously, so-fucking-what?  Did everything your grandmother did somehow ‘lack value’ because there wasn’t a piece of currency attached to it?  Nowadays the work hasn’t changed – it’s still primarily women in the social work/childcare/food service industries – only now, instead of having a loving wife taking care of Her Own Family, we have outsourced all of this labour to soulless bureaucracies.

I’ll bet that old lady at Tim Hortons is just ecstatic to make my bagel for me.

Work is empowering.

Are you kidding me?  Work sucks.  I hate having a job.  It’s a Dog’s Life.  Maybe if you’re some hack like Margaret Wente, earning an inflated income for low-quality work thanks to a ~125 IQ and feminist politics, work can feel pretty empowering – but what about Sheila who works at Bick’s pickle factory?

Let’s recall Roissy for a second here:

Female economic equality = male dating inequality; male dating equality = female economic inequality.

When Steve works at the pickle factory, he might hate his job, but it allows him to find a wife and a family.  Chicks dig guys with money.  When Sheila works at the pickling factory, it actively prevents her from finding a husband.

Let me explain.

When it comes to sex and evolution, men have two strategies: the Alpha strategy of multiple children, with low investment, versus the Beta strategy of fewer children, with higher investment.  Women, on the other hand, have a singular, two-part strategy.

Step 1: Achieve financial investment.

Step 2: If possible, have Alpha males sire children (thus producing sexy sons).

By working at the pickle factory, Sheila has inadvertantly achieved Step 1.  Because of this, she will not find Steve attractive; he cannot ‘show off’ his wealth, because she earns as much as he.  Fifty years ago, she would have admired his Toyota Corrola (what with her not having a job); today, she drives the same, and is unimpressed.  As a consequence, Sheila only feels True Tingles for men who are either out of her league (higher class, richer) or Badboy Alphas (such as yours truly).

The best Steve can hope for is a 6-month-to-6-year hypergamous fling.

But wait – so far we’re only looking at how Sheila is miscallibrating her own genitalia.  What’s she doing to Steve’s?

Well, as a member of the Half Formed Chromosome group, Steve has three objectives in finding a mate. First, and most importantly, she must be fertile (young, and without disfigurement).  Secondly, she must be of good stock (intelligent, personable).  Thirdly, if he is to invest in her, she should be chaste (no bastard spawn for him).

So right off the bat, Sheila (who I’ve now decided has spent five years at University instead of the pickle factory – it’s my example, goddamnit!) – has blown away his most important objective: she is 30, getting older by the minute, with a quarter the eggs she once had.  As for the second point – this baseline for their compatibility no longer applies.  And finally, the third point – if he can’t offer her resources, in exchange for long term commitment, then what’s he supposed to offer her?  Love?  Only men feel that for the long term; for women it quickly sours into contempt.

Ergo, thanks to her working at the Post-Secondary Pickle Plant, this match made in Mediocre Heaven is now dead in the water.  Goodbye marriage, I knew thee well…

***

So who says marriage is the only option?  I sure as hell don’t.  But maybe I’ll save that for next time…

For the moment let’s consider another social order: that exemplified by lions.  How about if us dudes just chilled out 24/7, while we sent the bitches off to the coal mine to work?

Have you ever worked in an office full of women?

This, I think, is the final nail in the coffin when it comes to females in the workplace.

Premise: Men and women have different intellectual, physical, and emotional makeups.

This is so blindingly obvious that few will refute it, when boldly stated like this, and yet few will factor it in to their calculations.  Women are far better at Empathizing (an incredibly complex brain module which requires accurate simulation of The Other).  The price of empathy is excess emotion; the same circuits which allow it, tie-in directly to their hearts.  This improves their ability to nurture and network, while imparing their sense of justice and aggression (a fundamental attribute of teamwork).

Men are better abstract thinkers; this is what makes justice, competition, and technology come as second nature to them.  Time and time again I have seen men use violence in a reasonable, judicious manner; even street thugs engage in violence ‘reasonably’, according to their goals.  If you’ve ever been unfortunate enough to see a violent woman, than you know how nihilistic and extremist it is.  A violent woman knows no limits – she will accept any level of self-injury for the sake of harming you.

And these are just our emotional differences; the differences in our physical and intellectual makeups are just as profound, but even if they weren’t, it still wouldn’t matter.  Our innate drives – the lifestyles we choose – are different enough.  A lower-skilled, average male worker will be willing to work 45 hours a week, grunting away without complaining, accepting his status in a competetive environment.  When a man starts working he just wants to get the job done.  A higher-skilled female in the same job will be more concerened with the pecking order, take offense at slights, and will be more likely to take time off for friends and family.  Women are intrinsically concerened about their status – they want attention.

In other words, a half-competent dude makes a better employee than a competent woman.

So, in conclusion:

1. Women – as a whole (demographics, not individuals) – are not particularly good at working in productive industries; they complement men, they do not replace them.

2. Women damage their value as wives and mothers when they have a full-time job

3. Working sucks sweaty goat balls, but men (and only men) achieve a net benefit from it.

4. “Women’s work” is neither devalued nor degrading – except according to Feminists.

5. Women are still doing “women’s work” only now with a paycheque, and poisonous bureaucracies governing it.

6. This is an idiotic way to run our society.

Good lord, fifteen-hundred words – and I’ve only laid the ground work for where I’m heading.

“Aurini is a misogynist who’s afraid of strong women,” in 5… 4… 3… 2…

I think it’s becoming increasingly obvious that the Baby Boomers left us with a mad world to grow up in.

The Democratic Experiment has devolved into genocidal Special Interest Groups, where your vote means nothing.  The whole banking, credit, and finance industry is showing its true colours as a ponzi scheme, and we’re the ones who will pay.  Law Enforcement has devolved to brutal thuggery, the courts are a full of hypocrites, and the military is spit on, out of a marxist view of opressed and opressors.

The party ended in 1969; the High Water Mark hit, and rolled back; the party is over, and now the hippies are living in McMansions, buying a new set of leather furniture every four years, while their children and grand children make do with the leftovers.  They’ve become the marketing executives who turn our pop-culture into crap, because the embers of a dying empire no longer burn hot enough to fuel the Wild and Wooly music of the Sixties and Seventies.

Even the Eighties are nostalgic nowadays, and that’s bloody pathetic.

Throughout it all, though, there’s no Great Criminal to point a finger at – not for anyone with a brain, at least.  Our parents may have had their individual fuck-ups, but what do you expect from a single person?  Perfection?  That dissapeared in 1870.  No, despite all their failings, our parents are – ultimately – just people.  There’s no one to take the blame.  There’s no one we can properly finger as the culprit.

There’s only us, the Gen Xers and the Millenials, left behind to clean up after the party while we pay for their social security.

Except for one thing.  There’s a singular narrative I keep hearing from everyone over the age of 45; the same message, the same story, the same prescription – and I have one thing to say to all of you Old Men and Women:

Shut the fuck up about our sex lives.

You turned gender into two armed camps, full of traitors, with every incentive in place to betray one another at the drop of a hat.  Sex used to be an itterated Prisoners Dilemma, where cooperation was the Nash Equilibrium; now it’s a single shot, every Sex Organ for itself, and the defector always wins… if you can call [Divorced Mother]/[Lonely PUA] winning.

You started off by poisoning the wells.

A quote from Deti, commenting on the blog of the esteemed Dalrock:

…most men who came of age in the 1980s and 90s were not learning these things to be attractive to women. We were not taught any of these things.

I was taught there are absolutely no differences whatsoever between women and men wrt thought patterns, perceptions, the way they experience events, the way they process information, or their feelings. I was taught that any man who pursues women aggressively or goes after what he wants is a pig, a chauvinist, a possible rapist, and probably a criminal. I was taught that women find soft, caring, good-hearted, kind, and nice men attractive. I was taught never, never, NEVER to escalate sexually without express permission, and that doing otherwise would subject me to possible criminal prosecution.

Your Humble Scribe grew up as a typical divorce-baby, with an angry beta father who projected his own self-loathing onto me (Italians make poor betas), raised by women who taught me to Be A Nice Guy ™ while inevitably pursuing the bad boys themselves.  I remember feeling guilty for not crying as often as I ‘ought’ to.  I am intimately familiar with this story; we all are.

Let it not be said that I am a misogynist; both genders have it rough.

You girls got lied to just as badly.  While us boys were taught to be simpering feys, you got fed that hogwash of Grrrrl POWER!  You were taught to be ashamed of your beauty, to distrust all men, to act abrasively, contrary to your own sweet nature.  To compete in rough-and-tumble (Title IX) sports, to pursue academic careers, and the corporate office.  That you should be ashamed of your nurturing side, your soft-hearted caring side, your ability to see the best in others, and to be supportive of those you loved.

I will be the first to say that women are entirely In the Right when they demand some Alpha out of their lovers – I cannot fault you for drying up in the presence of Nerds and Geeks and Betas.  It is entirely fitting that a Woman love a strong Man.  Just as it is Fitting that a Man love a Woman who dresses beautifully, wears makeup, and acts sweetly.

At this point, Ladies, I am reverting to my own First Person Perspective; please try not to take offence.  I know it sucks just as bad on your half of the divide, but I’m over here, and this is what I see.

They turned us into gross parodies of our genders, the perfect anaphrodisiacs.  And what do they say when we tell them of our woes?

A man I much admire, Paul Elam (a stand-in all of those who are not public figures):

O.K., so you want to get laid? Here’s how you do it. Smell clean, get in the proximity of women, and then ignore them. When they come to fuck you, and they will, shut up and let it happen.

No, Mr. Elam, no.  I have heard the exact same thing from parents, family, and older friends when I try and explain to them the minefield of modern dating.  Your generation built this world, even if you fought against it, but you never had to experience it.  The Generals who organized the Great War had been Cavalry officers in their youth, and figured machine guns belonged in the rear rather than on the flanks.  Time for you to shut the fuck up, and listen to a Corporal on the front line.

Modern dating is hell.

50% of marriages end in divorce.  Another 25% are miserable, the woman an unhappy shrew, the man a shrivelled, ballless thing.  Another 20% are the blissfully unaware who settle, and 5% – maybe – actually know what’s going on and are happy, despite it all.

Women have become some of the most sadistically capricious creatures on the planet.  The sheer number of shit tests I deal with before going on a first date is astounding.  Confidence doesn’t broach it, anymore than intelligence will win you a chess game; rote memorization and practice is what you need.  You need Game.  Anything less, and you’re throwing the dice for divorce.

Maybe you should look at the women you’re dating.  Maybe you should look to your own issues.

Blame the victim much?  The irony of this astounds me; when a woman’s been through an abusive relationship, she’s held to a lesser standard – her man is expected to be gentle until she heals.  When a man goes through an abusive relationship, he’s suspect of being a Misogynist forevermore, and his comments on the tactical landscape can be ignored.

You Old Men are surrounded by women who are halfway ladies; we young men are surrounded by Feral Women who are violent whores.  Calling us bitter for pointing this out is nothing more than closing your eyes to the truth.

Let me tell you about my ex.

This girl was a twenty-four year old virgin when I met her.  Her parents were together.  She was a professional biologist, recently graduated.  We had amazing sex.  She bitched about the volume and the speed while I was driving.  I told her I loved her.  She told me she Loved Me.

She broke up with me one week before leaving for the Burning Man festival; two weeks after I went into a mild depression; nearly six months to the day from when we first met.

If you have Game, you’re already connecting the dots.  If you’re over forty-five, then you’re shaking your head in pity at my Psychological Issues.  You kicked out our legs from under us, and then snorted as we fell.

Old Man, take a look at my life; I’m nothing like You Were.

Let me tell you about Writing.

In the words of the Great Charles Bukowski, “Doctors, Lawyers, Plumbers – they make all the money in this world! Writers? Writers starve. Writers suicide. Writers… go mad.”

No truer words have ever been spoken. One doesn’t become a writer – or a standup comedian – or an artist – or a musician – because of a bit of native talent, and an eye on opportunity. Only actors do that, and only because their parents make them. For the True Artist, it is a calling; at our hearts we are all misfits, incapable of working a straight job, who harbour a deep loathing for all we see (I hold it that love is simply another form of loathing).

We do it because we ain’t no good for anything else.

But it’s more than just an urge to spew our bile on the world; if that were all that drove us, we’d become a lobbyist, or join Green Peace, or Al Qaeda. There’s also the demands of the craft. No Artist worth their salt expects to do things for free. We might not make that much, but we Will find a market, and provide a product which satisfies their demand. The True Artist makes Art that others want.

So imagine my disgust earlier today when the Captain linked to this Overpaid Buffoon.

Generally speaking, dear readers, it’s considered crass to outright state that you are a Better Writer than others who practice the craft.  Generally these statements are for the likes of Margaret Atwood (who cannot write a denoument), Cormac McCarthy (who cannot figure out punctuation), or Stephenie Meyer (a Christian who writes Satanist tracts without knowing it, and has too many vowels in her name).  In all but the most odious of cases, it’s considered the Height of Hubris to say “I am a better writer than that!”

Margaret Wente is one of those most odious of cases.  I am a better writer than her.

In fact, I am a better columnist than her.

Wente is an utter hack; a woman who can barely string a sentence together, and whose politics have all the depth and subtlety of the organization named Campus Crusade for Christ.  On the 5th, she blamed the Occupussies unemployment on their worthless degrees.  Two days later on the 10th, she blamed unemployed men for not purchasing the same worthless degrees.  Nowhere in her writing do you find any penetration or depth.  She simply points outs the most obvious surface features, and calls it a day.

Univesity education is 5x what it was twenty years ago, with no similar increases in average wages.  The industries hit by the global recession are almost exclusively the productive ones, while the tax-supported, female worked industries continue to leach off the system like a fattened tick.  The Occupussies – cofunsed though they may be – were sold a bogus bill of goods, convinced to go into debt at the age of 18 to only now find out they purchased worthless degrees…

As for Wente?  She got an English degree in University.  Lucky for her that back then any hack with a slit between her legs and a triple-digit IQ could get a job as a jern-a-list.

Writers like her are one reason among many that the newspaper industry is collapsing.  She pulls all the tricks – quotes some random dude named Ben, to imply reseach which never happened – tries (incompetently) to tie her article to broader, irrelevant social patterns – and ultimately reaffirms the Standard Narrative of the audience she’s writing for.

Only problem is, that audience ain’t going to be here much longer.

Her writing is nothing but platitudes and prozac for the Baby Boom generation; assurances that they had no part in creating this Broken and Breaking world for their children.  Assurances that the status quo can maintain, just one more bailout and things will be set right.  That they’re not a bunch of vampires leaching away the wealth that the Greatest Generation left behind.

And I think she just might be stupid enough to believe all of that.

This is what happens when nepotism and ideology guides an industry instead of Truth; the publishing industry is *almost* entirely run by incompetent feminists who wouldn’t know a well written word if it accosted them in the stairwell of a parking garage; presumably, they’d abort the resultant book before it gestated.  The media hires pundits and morons who can’t see the writing on the wall, and simply provide an echo chamber for the fat, stupid, fatty-fat fat people who watch network news.  They actively provide a smoke screen of propaganda because the Truth is to logical and sharp and clear for twisted up sods like them to understand.

There is hope, however: go and read the comments section on her Man Up Article.  It looks like our generations – the X’ers and the Millenials – are starting to get it.

If this is what it takes to be a jern-a-list, I’ll stick to Science Fiction and Blogging, thank you very much.  I prefer the company down here.  We may be unwashed, but at least our souls don’t stink of shit and formaldehyde.

Right, that’s the one thing I forgot to mention about the True Artist.  We right for our audience, sure – but we’re not for sale.

You know, it comes as no surprise that I agree with the Captain’s conlusions – but I don’t like the roads he took to get there.  They ain’t wrong, exactly, not that – but I think there might be a more Parsimonious Explanation.

1. A Man is (not) Intimated by a Taller Woman

I don’t know one guy, personally, who has said, “Oh no! Not a a TALLER woman! GASP oh GASP! You mean her legs will be LONGER THAN AVERAGE!? Horrors of horrors. How will I ever survive?”

Folks, I am going to be so uncouth as to reveal one of my weirder sexual fetishes to you: I want to make sweet, sweet love to an Amazonian woman.  I want a woman who’s four inches taller than me, who can bench-press 1.5 times her body-weight, and whose body is completely free of tan-lines.

I once saw such a woman walking through the Student Centre – and was too rapt with lust to approach.

She was 6’6″ if she was a foot, and as perfectly formed as a hot midget – bountifully proportioned, and utterly beautiful, as if someone had exagerrated her proportions in Photoshop.

I really ought to kick myself for not approaching… but here’s the thing: the male approach is all about dominance.  Dominating someone taller than you?  Possible; but it takes training.  There are some very big Small Men, but for each one it took effort.

Men aren’t intimidated, per se – tall women are hot – it’d be nice if she’d walk over and talk to us – but building up the gumption to hit on the 6’6″ is more difficult than with the 5″3′.  There’s also the question of whether *she’ll* like a shorter man…

2. Men are (not) Intimidated by a “Strong” Woman

The problem is “strong” is confused in today’s Moxie world with “loud, arrogant or obnoxious.” Most of the girls I have dated who were truly strong simply demonstrated their strength.

Actually, this time I’m in perfect agreement; nothing sexier than a woman who knows how to fire a rifle.  Trouble is, most that do, just aren’t LTR material; some are Moxie Free, but nowhere near enough.

If I ever get married, she’d better be a perfect Lady, and strong as nails.

3. Men are (not) Intimidated by Women who Earn More Than Them

So naturally the LAST thing I would want is a woman that makes a lot of money. I mean, that’s what EVERY guy is afraid of! A woman with LOT’S of MONEY! I wake up late at night, soaked in sweat because of the nightmares I have of some woman showering me with $100 bills and buying me nice things.

And this is where I largely disagree.

Any of you folks out there ever had a rich friend?  Somebody who can afford to eat out at nice restaurants, who invites you along, and you wind up in a bind – do I ditch my friend, or spend this week’s discount-whiskey-money on filet mignon?

When it comes to dating, that’s a male problem; not a female one.

When things are casual, I certainly don’t mind a woman that pays her own way, and then some.  Hell, one of the things you’ll learn when you develop game, is that women have so much disposable income that they’ll buy you tons of expensive crap for every bag of skittles you buy in return.

Hell, I got a full set of gear-wrenches thanks to Game – Metric, Imperial, long, & stubby.

But over the long-term, if you don’t have the money to take your woman out on adventures, it ain’t gonna last.

The three points the Captain was refuting are essentially true – true in Effect, that is.  But its’ not that Men are intimadated by these women; it’s that women don’t contain the ability to Truly Love a Man who 1. is shorter, 2. is less strong, 3. earns less.

You’ll need at least 2 of the 3 to hold onto her for the long-term.

The Captain is correct, in that Men don’t actually worry about these things – not for the short term one-night-bang – but if the Man is looking at the long-therm, he’ll see the writing on the wall.

Women hate a man that… would be the correct refrain – not Men are intimidated by a woman that…

The sayings are written backwards; but for practical purposes, they might as well be true.

Folks, I know I haven’t posted in a while, and I feel bad for it; I have a couple in the chute, and another planned for In Mala Fide.  I’m in the midst of trying to establish a functional work/life balance.  Regular posting on here, a re-commitment to finishing the second novel, alongside my 9-5 Contributions to the Economy.

Plus one other project – my YouTube Channel.  That one, I’ve got going regular.

Don’t know if this interests any of you folk – it’ll be just as all-over-the-place as this here blog, but a bit less vitriolic.  Long-form videos, probably averaging out at around twenty minutes.  Put ‘em on while you do housework; I’ve been told I’ve got a voice for radio, and a face for the Internet.

So, for your viewing pleasure, here are a couple of common science myths that drive me up the wall.  If you like the videos, subscribe – them and this blog are going to mostly be kept separate.

Take care.

Schrödinger’s Cat

33.5 Dimensions!

Oh, he’s been here for a while, certainly; I meant here *officially*.

Two big stories bouncing around the Interwebs; the first, as I’m sure you’ve heard, is the Occupation of Wallstreet.  The streets are swarming in New York, police are beating down White Women (and the police state is finally noticed), there are allegedly similar events happening in other cities, and…

…the Press isn’t reporting on it.

Or so I hear at least; my television serves the roll of Ceremonial Fireplace, and I still haven’t bought one of those digital-whatzit-boxes which I apparently now need, so I’m going by word of mouth on this one.  If word of mouth can be believed, then it is a far more trustworthy source than actual journalists; that Other Wiki would certainly seem to bear this concept out.

The Event is certainly not the protests themselves – they’re interesting, in a way, like the Tea Partiers who are nearly as willing to dump on Bush as on the Golden Child – they suggest a sort-of nascent awareness by the masses that they’ve been sold out (though undoubtedly they think the sale happened sometime this century).  But ultimately they’re a waste of time, they’ll change nothing, and the people reporting on them are already aware of what’s going on.

Sad to say, but it’s not big events that change the course of history – it’s a combination of latent, uncontrollable forces, and the stupid, insignificant spats which trigger the shift.  If you have any sense you’ll stay away from these crowds, and study the forces at play.  We don’t know where it’ll happen, or when – I suppose it *might* happen when a squad of Noble Policemen open up on the protesters with live rounds – but it’s going to happen, we aren’t going to trigger it, and you might as well keep your head down, well before the bullets start flying.

The world’s shit; wear a hat.

No, the protests themselves aren’t the event – the lack of reporting on it is.  Now it’s hard to say how unique this is – as a student of History, I am constantly running into the quandary of trying interpret a story which was written by the victors – but Kent State would seem to suggest that there used to be some level of integrity in our Bardic Caste.

I think it’s safe to say that the those days are gone.

The second story is the one from Mexico.  You know the one.  All those dead bodies you keep hearing about?  Laid out like a Christmas Turducken?

Yeah, well, that’s because of this bullshit war on drugs…

No

But they’re all Colombian Cartel murders, aren’t they?  That’s what I saw on Breaking Bad.

Yes, the murderers are from the drug cartels – but the real question is who the victims are.  The first ping on my radar happened when I heard half of them were female.  Then it all fell into place:

They aren’t drug runners – they’re social media bloggers.

You see, the journalistic class in Mexico is so terrified of the Cartels, that they refuse to report on it (and who can blame them?  At least their motives are Human, unlike our own University-fed Bastards).  The Common People of Mexico, then, in need of some sort of forewarning when there’s an hour-long gun fight at the local mall, have turned to Facebook and Twitter for their news – and it is the Citizen Blogger, posting of these dangers, who is being beheaded, be-armed, and be-gutted by the Cartels, left dangling atop overpasses as a warning to others.

I salute all of you Honest Souls with the cojones to pull this off; male and female alike.

The era of Internet blogging is here, with all of its inherent pitfalls – Egypt was just a test-case, little more than your typical revolutionary cell-structure powered by the Interenet.  Iran could have been either, I’m not certain that Revolution made so much of a difference.

Besides, both were Autocratic regimes – you don’t expect Free Press there.

What we have now is the utter Failure of our Free Press to report; not just twisting due to ideological biases, but outright saying that black is white.

Enter the Blogger – and this is going to cause lots of problems.  I know this; I am a Writer, after all, and Writers are deeply dishonest people.  You’ll notice I didn’t cite any facts in this post? (“Facts, what facts?  If the media, the arbiter of facts, is demonstrably shown to not report facts, than do we really have such ideological Strong Points, or are all our houses built on sand?”) If you pay close attention to my writing, you’ll see that I write nothing but the Truth – but only in the most Dishonest way possible (must maintain my Integrity, after all).

Rumours are going to start spreading like wildfire – they already are, particularly in the Economic arena – and we will no longer have that institutional guarantee of authenticity we once relied upon.  Those who still read newspapers, and expect your sources to be cited are naive at best, and fools at worst.

Shit, it’s almost like going back to the Paleolithic.  Interesting times, isn’t it?