Why is it that giving choice to American girls causes them to act like they need to go on a sex bender, while the same result doesn’t happen in a place like Poland? What is restraining Polish girls from getting on the cock carousel and becoming an entitled slut?
In the past I’ve stated that Poland lacks enablers like feminism, liberalism, Jezebel, and a culture that promotes misandry and slutdom. These enablers are not the disease, but merely symptoms of the disease. There is a higher level phenomenon that enables the enablers: the elimination of traditional gender roles.
Traditional gender roles are best exemplified in modern Muslim societies where the man provides while the woman takes care of the home. A woman submits to a man’s power because, as dictated by nature, men have been given more intellect and strength than women. Traditional gender roles are opposed to the uglification, masculinization, and slutification that enablers advance in Western society today.
You won’t be feminine if you think men are the enemy instead of your provider. You won’t be feminine if you place career before family. You won’t be feminine if you have no shame for being an overweight tatted-up slut. Enablers, in effect, are creating a new breed of woman that only benefit men who profit from their labor (capitalists) while robbing value from a potential husband who wants a family and peaceful home.
If you go into a Polish club, you’ll see that the girls still have interactions with a high volume of men. They still have Facebook and iPhones and other features of American lifestyle that allows them to play the field and have choice in men. It’s not at as high of a level, but it’s prevalent enough that you will notice these things after just a couple days in the country. Nonetheless, you don’t see an equivalent decrease to their femininity (not yet, anyway). The amount of choice they experience doesn’t poison them like it does an American woman. It’s because Polish society hasn’t yet eliminated traditional gender roles. The degree of choice a woman has, combined with how traditional the gender roles are, compose the two greatest factors that determine the makeup of women in any society.
Let’s take a look at three different mixtures:
1. Zero Choice For Women + Strict Traditional Gender Roles
2. Some Choice For Women + Firm Traditional Gender Roles
3. Unlimited Choice For Women + No Traditional Gender Roles
If I were to ask you to assign a region of the world for each of the above three mixtures, could you do it?
1. Middle East
2. Eastern Europe, Southeast Asia, South America
3. Western countries, Scandinavia
The combination of female choice and traditional gender roles create the women of a society, just like how mixing different colors of paint can create a specific pigmentation. High dating choice with an absence of traditional gender roles will create a male hell where women stop acting like women (Anglosphere). On the other hand, no dating choice in a culture where gender roles are strong will have women that you have to marry in order to have sex with (Iran).
Let’s say you are a 26-year-old man who wants to easily sleep around without concern for quality or feminine traits. Where would you go? Now how about if you want girls who make for feminine girlfriends but aren’t excruciatingly hard to get into the sack? Now how about if you want a virgin who will dedicate her life to you?
My guess is you prefer the second option. The reason why Eastern Europe, Southeast Asia, and South America are so popular for Western men is that it offers a middle ground where you can have fun casual sex or find a pleasant girlfriend or wife without being the most interesting man in the world with game that rates in the top two percentile. Notice how many Western men who venture into Eastern Europe have increasing difficulty as they cross Poland and enter Ukraine and then Russia, where gender roles are stronger and you need additional knowledge or skill to navigate the waters. We can stray from our culture quite a ways until the learning curve becomes steep.
Feminism is a rightful boogeyman because it’s a mechanism for removing traditional gender roles while increasing dating choice for women. In fact, if there was a perfect poison for destroying women, eliminating the family unit, and lowering fertility rates, feminism would be like cyanide Sometimes I can’t help but admire how effective this ideology has been in changing female behavior at great detriment to men, but as they say, you can’t put toothpaste back into the tube. This is why I advise men to go to places where there is still some toothpaste left to squeeze out.
There is an interesting failure of feminism that is worth mentioning: its inability to eliminate slut guilt, a mental process that I believe is genetically hardwired into the female brain and can not be wholly defeated. It’s so ingrained that even feminists attack sluts, though under the guise of other reasons. As slutty as the girl you fucked the other night is, she will still do her best to rationalize away her sluttiness or even verbally declare to you that she “doesn’t usually do this.” This is a reason why slut shaming will be a powerful way to affect the behavior of women for the rest of time.
When you meet a girl who values unlimited choice and comments about “sexism” or “misogyny,” two code words that suggest gender roles have been eliminated, you’re dealing with a slut who would make for a horrible wife. She still feels slut guilt, but her behavior will still be more slutty than the world average. You can safely ejaculate inside her without asking if she’s on the pill because she will not keep the baby. She does not want the unlimited choice party to end.
Increasing choice and reducing traditional gender roles are two factors that are rapidly destroying women. There will be further degradation going into the 22nd century with the annihilation of the family unit and rise of government co-parenting, where women will be raised via handbooks created in university programs that are approved by feminist and homosexual thought leaders. Unfortunately, things will not get better within our lifetime, but with this knowledge at hand, all you have to do is identity the type of women you want and then board an airplane to visit the country that has them.
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A feminist lost yesterday in a very big way. Let me try to put away my smile to write this.
A couple days ago, Adria Richards was at a developers conference and overheard a tame sexual joke between two men about a “big dongle.” On a scale of one to ten, with one being a Disney movie and ten being a cafe recap of a girl I banged who was on her period, the joke would rate a 3, but she proceeded to do what any feminazi who hates men would do: she took a picture, posted it on Twitter, and then asked for someone to save her. She felt unsafe and offended by two men who were having a private conversation that didn’t involve her.
“As a result of the picture she took I was let go from my job today. Which sucks because I have 3 kids and I really liked that job,” the post said. “She gave me no warning, she smiled while she snapped the pic and sealed my fate.” #
Feminists and white knights on Twitter congratulated the actions of Adria, and if this happened a couple years ago, the story would end right there, but men are angry and tired of this feminist bullshit. They didn’t let it go, because they know one day it could be them losing their bread for making a harmless joke.
As I’ve written before, feminist denouncements are meant to tarnish a man’s name and ruin his employment. Adria’s actions fit the profile, but what goes around can come around—Adria was employed by SendGrid, a corporation who wants to have a clean public face. Just like how feminists come after our livelihood, we can go after theirs. The internet, apparently led by Anonymous and 4chan, gave a thunderous pimp slap to SendGrid with a DDOS attack that disrupted service for their paying customers. SendGrid quickly realized that Adria was hurting their ability to make money, so they fired her ass.
Intellectually, we’ve been crushing feminists since we’ve started, but our debate and shaming victories haven’t translated into real pain that modify their behavior. I have been knee-deep in feminist excrement for a long time, but this is the first time I’ve seen a feminist dealt such a clear and unambiguous defeat at the hands of men, and the most interesting part is that this was at the hands of regular men who have no connection to the manosphere. Her bread was taken away from her and her reputation will forever be hanging over her head on Google.
Feminists and Toronto manginas are in absolute disbelief, going crazy on Twitter and talking about a lawsuit against SendGrid. Ugly feminist award winners Jessica Valenti and Kate Harding are also stunned…
I’m not surprised at their reactions—it’s like Mike Tyson getting knocked the fuck out for the first time. His powers seemed so strong that no one can believe he’s laying on the canvas, not even Mike himself.
Corporations are not inherently feminist—they simply don’t want any negative exposure on behalf of their employees. Feminists have understood the power of going after a man’s bread for a long time while we sit red-faced, twiddling our thumbs and lobbing funny but ineffective insults. But now we know how to get them. The manosphere is big enough to where even modest coordinated action on our part can make the more egregious feminists take responsibility for their disgusting actions. Maybe it’s time to flex our muscle.
While it’s prudent to keep an eye on SendGrid to make sure they don’t secretly hire her back, this firing lays out a blueprint on how we can fight these cunts and teach them a lesson. You better believe Adria, and any other feminist who watched the events of the past couple days unfold, is going to think real hard before denouncing a man for a bad joke. This was a victory for men everywhere.
Oh and lest I forget, I hear that SendGrid has one position open. Apply within.
You’ve probably noticed a few game blogs in the manosphere that focus on relationships, such as Red Pill Room and Married Man Sex Life. Heartiste has also been active in this area. Without relationship game, the argument goes, your wife will lose her butterflies for you, lose respect for you as a man, and then one day begin divorce proceedings that will destroy your family dream and your well-being.
I agree with this argument when we’re talking about American women. With them, the game never ends, and the men who don’t play it, whether on the first date or on the wedding day, will get played. But I think I have a better game for you to play: get into a relationship with a woman whose love for you is not dependent on you being aloof or treating her like a bratty little child. Get in a relationship with a woman whose feelings for you don’t seesaw daily or need constant maintenance and upkeep as if it was a rusting Harley. Get in a relationship with a woman who you can do something nice for without her wondering where your balls went. Get in a relationship with a woman who was actually sincere in her vow to be with you through thickness and thin.
I’ve always thought that I was a damaged soul for not wanting a relationship with a woman, that maybe people are right in their psychological assessment of me that I have mommy and/or daddy issues, but now I believe the problem was that I met so few American women who were worth it. Whereas 10% of American women I banged deserved an additional care in my mind after my pelvic muscles delivered its first orgasm in their presence, that percentage for Eastern European women skyrocketed to 80%. Four out of five girls I bang in Eastern Europe are worth a second bang.
This latter group is so sweet, kind, and feminine that I’d be a damn fool to discard them after just one bang. And if I did, I’d feel not just player guilt for dumping them but human guilt as well, as if I was hurting someone that would be hard pressed to deliver me the same harm. Unless an EE girl puts out obvious slut signs, or she’s absolutely clear I’m not staying for long, I won’t pursue her if I’m not willing to date her for at least a few weeks and give the relationship some type of chance. It doesn’t feel right to waste this girl’s time because chances are she’s looking for a long-term relationship. On the other hand, if she’s American, I don’t delay in giving her what she wants, which is riding her like a donkey hopped up on meth while calling her a dirty slut.
I treat EE girls like princesses. My average date is taking her out to dinner, out to drinks, or cooking at home for her. As much as I complain about how Western woman can’t cook, I like serving women as much as they like serving me. I like making sure they’re comfortable in my apartment as if they were a good friend, and allowing them to take off their painful heels and relax while I whip up my favorite foods. I’m not perfect, however. I like to troll these thin women to take just one bite of the delicious chocolate cake I bought in the bakery, and then encourage them to take a second as they protest with the might of their gentle strength. I can’t help that I receive pleasure out of watching them give in to dangerous temptation.
After the dishes are done, either by me or her, I take her to the room and ravage her in a way that always gives me pleasure and sometimes gives her pleasure, and then I welcome her to stay the night even though I know my sleep will be worse off for it. If she wants to leave I will call her a taxi and drop the fare in her pursue in spite of her objections. If she wants to mistake my kindness for weakness, if she wants to misinterpret my Middle Eastern hospitality for insecurity, where guests are treated like royalty, that is fine with me—she can walk out the door and never contact me again. I’m nice to her for the feeling it gives me, not for the feeling it gives her, but in the end the niceness is the same and I feel a good man for it.
These girls do come back again and again to get treated well and pounded well. If you told me five years ago that girls as young as 18 would reward the man who treats them well when modern American wisdom dictates that a woman can never be whole unless she fucks around for many years, I would have wondered where your time machine was parked. But there is no time machine. This is 2013, and there are still girls who want the nice man that can provide, keep his promises, stand by his commitments, and use smiley faces in text messages.
When I’m surfing the manosphere and read an article on running game on your American wife, I nod my head on the necessity of such an approach, but then that nod quickly turns to pity for the author and his readers, that this is what they must do to maintain a relationship so the women won’t hate him, cheat on him, or leave him in financial ruin. I’m thankful that I can put myself in places where being the nice guy not only gets the girl, but keeps her too, and I only hope that other American men can one day experience the same.
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For most of my adult life, I was pretty confident that Washington DC was the worst possible city for a man to live in, but I have found a place that is worse: Toronto, Canada. Here are the reasons why…
1. Girls are more excited about getting late night food than having sex
Do you remember how excited you were as a kid on Christmas when opening up the hot toy of the season? Well that’s how groups of Toronto girls act at last call when they realize it’s time to stuff their face with hot dogs, poutine, or diner fare. I thought women in DC were a little weird about getting pizza after the bars close, but the women of Toronto take it to another level—they have a plan to eat junk food before they even start drinking.
2. Girls cockblock more than anywhere else in the world
Good luck trying to have a ten minute non-interrupted conversation in a bar or club if her friends are nearby. If they don’t physically pull her away from you then what happens is that a rotating gaggle of women will come to “check up” on her, as if you’re on the verge of beating or raping her in full view of everyone. I’ve never seen such baby-like behavior in the Western world. I even experienced a case where the fat friend of a girl I was talking to said that I could “proceed” with the conversation. Fuck that.
3. Girls think they are cooler than they actually are
In DC you have a bunch of lame people who think they are important because of their government job. In Toronto you have a bunch of lame people who think they are cool because… I don’t know why. This is even worse because instead of trying to impress you with the work they’re doing, they try to impress you with slang, name-dropping, or commenting on how “busy” they are. I remember when a girl tried to insult me by calling me a “fucktard” and another white bread girl said to “get at” her. Just because you know the words to a Drake song and go to hip restaurants doesn’t make you cool.
4. Girls are obese
I’m afraid that America has to take some blame for this because it seems that the our lifestyle has corrupted Canadian girls. It’s a shame because a lot of them have cute faces (they’re more attractive overall than DC chicks), but once you catch sight of her fat arms and the muffin top she’s trying to hide by wearing black, you start thinking of the porn clip you’ll soon be masturbating to.
5. Girls don’t give eye contact
I know some girls are reading right now and thinking, “They don’t give you eye contact because you are ugly!” This very well may be the case, but in Montreal I got daily eye contact from women who were much better looking than the Toronto specimens I had to deal with. Not only that, but Montreal women would smile at me. Yes, you read that right: attractive women would look at me and smile. In Toronto I might as well have been invisible.
6. You have to be approved by the “mother hen”
Every social circle in Toronto has an overweight woman who acts as a leader of the pack. She is the one who tells girls where to go and who to talk to. Apparently this is how she gets power in life since she’s unable to exert the upper hand over men due to her unattractive and portly appearance. If the mother hen doesn’t approve of you then you will not get laid. She can snap her fingers and her minions jump to attention so that they are not excluded from the tribe. Therefore not only do you have to build attraction with the girl you like, but you also have to charm a fat and ugly girl to give you permission to just continue the interaction.
7. Too many Asian and Indian girls
I think legal immigration is a great thing because it allows people from third world countries to lift their station and have a go at a first world lifestyle, but if you like white girls, a place like Toronto just won’t do. At any bar at least 30% of the female clientele will be filled with minority races that don’t appeal to discriminating men like myself. While the Asian girls weren’t that bad since they adopted a white manner of appearance, the Indian girls were absolutely not attractive.
8. Ugly girls are desperate while attractive girls are inaccessible
It shouldn’t be much of a challenge if you want to bang a Toronto girl who is a 5 or below. She will approach you, smile at you, and be generally easy (though of course you’ll still need game to seal the deal). In the accidental conversations I had with these unattractive women, I wished I had lower standards so that I could have mostly carefree sex that happens a million times a day in most parts of the world. In Toronto, however, once you get into the 6 range, the difficulty of banging increases in shocking fashion. The 6′s and 7′s give you attitude or are encased in huge social groups. The 8′s and above, if you happen to see them, already have dudes.
9. The entrenched PUA culture is raising the egos of all women
I thought that Washington DC had a strong pickup culture, but I hadn’t been to Toronto. PUAs are like rats in Toronto, infecting many venues with their fake high energy, puffed-out chests, loud fashion accessories, and total sobriety. On Thursday night I went to Madison Avenue Pub where I got to see at least 50 of them approach every woman in the bar. As much as I want to hate on them for increasing the girls’ bitch shields, I now understand why they do it: they have to. The best game in Toronto is not being an interesting man but just approaching a million girls with your freezeouts and spin moves and negs until you find the horny girl who wants to fuck.
10. Last call is at 2am
It wouldn’t be so bad if venues didn’t get hopping until midnight, but two hours is simply not enough time to find a good venue, mingle, and meet an attractive woman who you want to take home. By the time you get warmed up, it’s time to go. In Toronto you won’t have enough time for a real seduction, so what you see at the end of the night is a bunch of phone numbers being exchanged before girls rush off to a diner to stuff their face.
11. If you make just one mistake with a Toronto girl, you will be rejected
Your conversation has to be 100% perfect and 100% politically correct. You can’t say anything that can be remotely construed as offensive, weird, or needy. Once I told a girl that I like “feminine women” and she immediately ditched me as if I farted. In Toronto the best game is to speak like you’re a White House spokesperson. And god help you if you utter a lame joke! In one case I was talking to a girl for 30 minutes and had kept the conversation tight enough that we were getting to the kissing stage. Then I made a mediocre joke and she said, “Wow that was corny. I should leave now.” This came from a woman who didn’t say one interesting or funny thing to me all night and thought I would be impressed with her “marketing” job. Toronto women would absolutely never get laid if they were men.
12. It’s very expensive
Food, drinks, taxis, and lodging are all more expensive than DC. Do you get any additional value for paying more? Nope, you only get crappier women and intolerable weather.
13. It’s a suburban city
Most of the people who party within the center on weekends actually live in boring cul-de-sacs. Friday and Saturday nights in Toronto is like how Washington DC is on New Year’s Eve: amateur hour. You get a bunch of office drones with no character or class crowding venues and acting like they’ve never seen alcohol or the opposite sex before. My best night out was Monday because there was a total lack of 905′ers.
14. It takes a lot of work to date up
I never saw an average-looking guy with a hot girl, but I saw many attractive guys with average girls. Toronto is a penis paradise where a woman can date a man much more attractive than she is pretty. If you’re not a good looking guy, you either have to own a nightclub or approach 100 girls a week.
15. It beats men down
I saw too many men who looked like corpses. They had no color, no energy, and seemingly no will to live. Spending too much time in Toronto will reduce your ambition, your horniness, and your happiness. Many guys I talked to said that when they traveled abroad, they couldn’t believe that hotter women made regular eye contact with them and responded with gentle smiles and warm vibes. Toronto is one of those cities that can make men hate life. Staying out of here becomes essential for your mental health.
Both Toronto and DC suck, but I wouldn’t hesitate to pick DC first. The nightlife gets going earlier and lasts longer. More girls live in the city. There is much less cockblocking. It’s not a deal breaker if you say a bad joke. Girls actually want to get laid, and it’s simply easier to get one-night stands. While Toronto had prettier women overall, it’s not enough to make it a better city. You know you’re in a crappy place when it’s midnight and you are more concerned about spending less money than having a good time with a cool chick. For the nights I spent going out in Toronto, I wished I stayed in and read a couple good books instead.
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Joseph F. Cotto: Over the last several years, many have come to believe that chivalry is no longer a practical social norm. Do you agree with this idea?
Roosh V: Chivalry was an exchange. Men would be chivalrous while women would look presentable, cook wholesome meals, and take care of the home. This obviously has broken down, but women still believe men should hold their end of the bargain while they abstain. It’s 2013 and they advise men like me to open doors, be polite, and pay for dates, yet when you tell them to act like a lady, they denounce you as a “sexist” or “misogynist.”
The irony is that women absolutely do not have sex with chivalrous men anymore; they stick them straight in a black hole known as the friend zone. Until women reward chivalrous men with sex and relationships, it will continue to be be phased out of society.
Cotto: Today, divorce and infidelity rates are disturbingly high. Insofar as men are concerned, why do you think that this is the case?
Roosh: Divorce in America is a great deal for women. She gets half a man’s assets and monthly payments that can be quite substantial if children are involved. The more money the man has, the more she gets paid. The ultimate humiliation for husbands is to pay alimony for a woman who then takes care of her “bad boy” lover in his former bed. If you take away incentive for a woman to remain a wife or to be loyal, she won’t.
Cotto: It is often said that “Nice guys finish last”. Generally speaking, what are your views about this idea?
Roosh: That phrase presupposes that nice guys are even in the game, but these days they are resigned to being spectators. If you are a nice guy, the best hope you have is marrying a spinster in her 30s who already had more than a couple dozen sexual partners when she was “discovering” her sexuality during her 20’s, and she’ll still put you below her office career.
You get the used car with high maintenance costs while the jerks who treat her poorly get to drive the new car off the lot, enjoying the new car smell.
Cotto: Often, men develop midlife crises due to serious self esteem issues. Do you believe that this is inevitable, or more of a self-fulfilling prophecy?
Roosh: When your masculinity is being shamed into obsolescence by the feminist elite, when women are repeatedly passing on you for bad boys, and when no one seems to give a damn that you’ve had a respectable career where you’ve contributed meaningfully to society in some way, you’d have self-esteem issues too. When you’ve done everything that women told you in order to land a wonderful wife and mother, but you’re alone and stuck on Match.com with nothing but 50 year old divorcees giving you winks, I think you would wonder why you worked so hard in life and if it was all worth it.
Cotto: Feminism is a tremendously controversial subject. From your standpoint, what legacy has it left for men?
Roosh: Weaker men. The whole point of feminism is to absolve women or all responsibility for their actions while shaming or criminalizing masculinity. Women act more masculine in their pursuit of power while men are becoming unsure of which behaviors they can safely exhibit, forcing them to take on more feminine traits. In the end you’ll have an androgynous society where both sexes are unhappy because you’ve taken them far away from natural behavior that has existed among humans for hundreds of thousands of years.
Cotto: During the years ahead, do you expect political correctness to find a welcome audience among younger generations of men?
Roosh: The best brainwashing program for politically correct speech is higher education. This is where you have a man’s undivided attention for four years. You can stuff his brain with whatever nonsense you want, but since fewer men are now going to universities, I think you will begin to see men growing up without this brainwashing and then questioning a lot of PC ideas.
Cotto: Since you became a professional writer about dating, what has been the greatest lesson you learned?
Roosh: American women are the worst in the world. I’m not using hyperbole; I’ve been to over 25 countries and have dated in most of them. It’s the only country where I have consistently sour experiences with uppity women who seem to swallow all the male hatred that has been taught to them in college and by the media. Dating an American woman is like going to battle, and I feel sorry for all the men that are still stuck with them.
Cotto: If you could give men a single bit of advice for the life well lived, what would it be?
Roosh: Get out of America. Make your money, start some type of internet business that frees your mobility, and hop an airplane to a destination where English is not the primary language. At least when it comes to women and comfort, the grass is indeed greener. I’ve lived almost four years outside of America, and I have no desire to go back.
Cotto: Now that our discussion is at its end, many readers are probably wondering how you came to be such a noted voice about men’s issues. What inspired you to pursue such a career?
Roosh: It was an accident. I originally writing guys how to find happiness through sex and casual relationships, but soon it became clear that the more American girls you sleep with, the less happy you become. My search abroad for feminine women made it easier to write comparisons on how bad American guys have it.
The interview almost turned out to be a “red pill for dummies” guide. The question is if it convinced any white knights and beta males.
The countries I’ve visited with the most feminine women have also had the least helpful social welfare programs. If you know how much a country spends on their welfare in relation to GDP, you can come close to predicting how feminine, compliant, and nurturing their women are.
If a woman knows that she can be impulsive, a bitch, a slut, or get knocked up by any man, yet still receive free food, shelter, and a mobile phone from the government, what incentive is there for her to settle with a good man and keep him happy? Why would she pick any man who works in a “boring” job like engineering or computer programming instead of having exciting hookups with the indie guitarist who plays every Tuesday night at the dive bar?
When a girl thinks she can play the game for fifteen years, she simply won’t give a provider a chance until her womb is polluted, until her body is twenty pounds beyond its optimum carriage, and until she’s so entitled that the poor sap who marries her can’t possibly give her satisfaction. His life will turn upside down when she gets bored, divorces him, and takes his money.
In countries where welfare doesn’t exist, picking the guitarist over the engineer will actually decrease a girl’s survival chances. She may end up homeless and have to depend on the church for beetroot soup. She will definitely not have a car, a good home, or an iPhone, not even an older model. She will not have reliable access to health care. Therefore she must be extremely careful about who she sleeps with, and only when she’s still very young can she slip once or twice and fuck the bad boy without a condom. But if she’s still fucking a bohemian who smokes weed every day after she’s 25, her future will be bleak as the odds she enters poverty becomes 100%.
Ukraine doesn’t have welfare for women. Women there must find a husband or else they are in big trouble. While Ukrainian women can be tough, extractive, and transactional, especially for naive men raised in Western suburbia, they ultimately make for excellent partners. I got into a great relationship just one month after I landed in the industrial shithole of Kharkiv, and it ended up being more satisfying than all the relationships I’ve had with American women. The amount of pleasure she gave me based on the little work I had to put in was not surprising considering that she wanted to show her worth so I would deem her a good wife. Even upon marriage, she would not taper her womanly duties because a divorce would put her on the street.
There are three ways a woman can survive in this world:
2. Government (welfare)
If you want an opportunity to meet the best women in the world, simply pick a country with low wages and no welfare. Those women will run, not walk, to the boring provider who has zero game, a 100 pound bench press, and clothing from Old Navy. I’m not saying you’ll bang a lot of hot party girls in those countries, but I am saying that you will find a caring wife one-hundred times easier than in America.
You must go to a country where a man of modest means, who is making GDP level income, is a far better bet for a woman than the government. This is not the case in many Western countries, especially Scandinavia, where the government provides a much better deal than any man. The irony of Scandinavia is that their taxes are so high to provide those gold-plated benefits that it’s almost impossible for a man to compete with the government as a provider. The government cockblocks its own male citizens, who have the indignity of having to pay for the cockblocking. Is it any surprise that the biggest sluts in the world exist in Scandinavia? Why be a good woman when the government will bail your slutty behavior out? Their governments are too beta for sluts to fail.
It’s much easier to choose a bi-annual visit to a welfare office to get monies directly deposited in a bank account while succumbing to whorish tendencies than to serve one man and ensure that his marital investment is paying off. If there is no potential for the woman to endure financial hardship after getting kicked to the curb for being lazy, foul, or unattractive, then the institution of marriage will collapse. There would be no incentive for it.
Government welfare is a woman’s backup plan, letting her know that if she fails with pleasing a man, with internet dating, with a strategy of one-night stand empowerment units, she will not be on the street. In addition to its soft form of government paper-pushing jobs, welfare provides incentive for the worst part of female nature to be released, subsidizing alphas with the right attitude but wrong job while reducing betas—who contribute most to society through their slavish labor—to masturbation and sex dolls. Note that welfare for men, in the form of unemployment benefits, doesn’t have the same perverse effect as welfare for women, because a man does not marry to be provided for. Therefore if you want a society of good wives, and not just good sluts, welfare for all women must be abolished.
Once the abolishment takes place, women who already made bad decisions with men will suffer and wind up on the street, begging private charities for food while turning to prostitution. Their children will be admitted to foster homes to be trained as future criminals of the state. But this suffering will provide a much needed example to young women, still motherless and in the prime of their fertility, of what type of future is in store for them if their slut stage goes beyond one or two bad boy cocks. If anything, school trips in fortified yellow buses can be taken through bad neighborhoods where it’s easy to see how yesterday’s party slut is today’s dazed streetwalker.
As men we have to ask ourselves what type of women we ultimately want. If it’s good sluts, the Western world will more than provide (as long as you can provide tight game). If it’s good women, we must change the state’s policies or—more simply—relocate to countries where the state does not compete with us and encourage women through generous welfare programs to live a life of fucking around instead of maintaining a good family. I hope you choose wisely, because your future as a father and husband will depend on it.
If you’re banging girls from a specific region or city, there comes a point of diminishing return where an additional notch no longer improves your game. Your earlier notches quickly help you realize something new about human nature or what you like in women, but eventually new conquest will stop adding value beyond physical pleasure.
This fact isn’t a justification for you to slack off, because there is a notch milestone you need to hit that allows you to build a foundation of game. This foundation is needed to not only develop the skills for landing women, but also be able to identify what quality is. Because America has so many substandard women, you need to bang quite a few of them to pick out quality while simultaneously learning how to feed their hamster brains (i.e., pass tests, tease, put out an aloof air, and send text messages with grammar mistakes). Most importantly, hitting this number prevents you from getting tricked into committing with a low-quality chick that robs you of your happiness or ruins your life in a failed long-term relationship.
The minimum notch count for America is 25. Until you hit that number, you don’t know enough about women in order to make correct decisions that satisfies both your mind and penis. Note that this number is only for the United States. In countries where the standard of women is higher, you need to bang far less women in order to possess the right tools for successful game and relationships. Let’s go over those counts for other countries I’ve lived in:
Argentina: 6 notch minimum
The lower quality the women, the longer you need to be a player in order to gain enough experience to have successful long-term relationships (or even get into one). There are guys in Eastern Europe whose first bang is with a beautiful sweetheart who blows away the first 25 notches of your life. They are walking hand-in-hand with their girls right now, totally oblivious to the fact that men of better means are finding it extremely difficult to get what they got in spite of having more game, money, style, and muscles.
If you hit the minimum notch count, and then decide to be a game hater or men’s rights activist, I will wish you the best of luck in your endeavors. But if you’re living in a big American city, have two notches, and are posting “only looks matter” comments all day, you still have a lot of work to do. The reason is because you don’t understand your country’s women and you don’t have the level of experience needed to criticize those who understand the women and culture enough to know how and why the sex act occurs. The irony is that I would be skeptical of an American MRA with ten notches, but pay closer attention to one from Estonia who has that same count.
Going past the minimum notch count for your country will not uncover some deep truth of humanity or unlock a treasure chest of happiness or game enlightenment. In the States, banging 100 girls will barely put you in a better boat than banging 25. The extra 75 will be mostly for entertainment, stories, or laughs. In a country like Lithuania, where the girls make for great girlfriends, being a player is actually a waste of time. You will spend all that upfront energy to get bangs but not receive the relationship benefits that Lithuanian women provide.
Countries with low quality women will create a class of men who play the game permanently, warranting calls of “man up” by those same women who would grind to dust any man who made the incorrect choice to get into a relationship with them.
An unfortunate double bind exists in America. Getting the needed 25 notches to make correct relationship decisions will also tell you, clearly and unequivocally, not to get into relationships with American women. Compare that to Eastern Europe, where every new notch makes it clear that being a cutthroat player will bring you less happiness than relationships. There are less benefits when chasing notches in Eastern Europe since most girls you get into bed are indeed relationship material.
The player is not born. He’s created in broken societies where early experiences made it all too clear that relationships with his women would be far from his best interests. The more time I spend away from America, the less I want to be a player.
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