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I thought you meant the girl. She is a hostess at Black’s in Bethesda but poses as a model with connections. I laughed as she sat me and my date to our table.
My call: He’s a model, or at least a model wannabe (the stand-and-point-with-a-vacant-look-on-your-face is one of the moves they teach in modeling school, LOL).
I have to disagree…she is obviously smiling like she wants a piece of him–she is happy to be posing with him…hence, whether he’s the biggest tool on earth (he obviously is)…he is still a player.
Kassy . . . shh! . . . if you keep reminding them that it’s all about what WE want, they’ll either 1) get pissy, and/or 2) eventually abandon their delusions that they can somehow control the game with the right shirt, drink, car, gesture, blah blah blah. And that would spoil all our fun, no?.
does it frighten you to think that men have the means at their disposal to attract women AT WILL? to CONTROL how women perceive them?
Roissy — the “means” at the disposal of men are power, money and fame. Throw “charm” in there, and a guy is unstoppable.
JayG–I think intelligence, humor and good looks are more appealing than power, money & fame. But that’s just me.
But you are right on the charm thing…its EVIL!!
Here’s what I really think: The wrong shirt, bad grooming, the wrong attitude, a poorly thought out gesture (i.e, coming off like some assclown) can absolutely KILL a man’s game, so much of a man’s decisionmaking in this regard comes down to damage control.
But does the opposite apply? Can a man control a woman’s perception with acoutrements? HMMMMM. Maybe. Really thinking about this. Maybe with the really young, really dumb little things, and for only the shortest period of time, but if this IS the game, well then! Play on!
I think what I was trying to get at was that DCB could probably wear his black Gap shirt to a club, order a pink drink (!) and even – gasp! – point at a camera, and no sane woman would diss him for it because she’d be too busy checking out his eyes/biceps/chest/ass/whatever to even notice.
Yet he’s with a girl (that appears to be enjoying his company) that is much hotter than the one you jerked over in that commercial last week.
And btw, why don’t you just get it over with and start playerorposeur.blogspot.com? It doesn’t have the same ring as hotchickswithdouchebags, but who needs original material anyway?
gatsby, power is the meta characteristic that chicks dig most, of which money and fame are subsets. of the two, i’d say fame trumps money. if i had to draw up a list of what traits attract women from most effective to least, it’d be:
1. fame (the right kind of fame)
2. money (a LOT of money. a mere million won’t do it.)
3. mental dominance (this is the most cost-effective trait to develop)
4. intelligence + charm
for women, the list is:
2. feminine personality
3. willingness to experiment sexually
“so much of a man’s decisionmaking in this regard comes down to damage control”
cautious second-guessing is for losers.
if a man wants to play the game to win he won’t treat the field like it was strewn with landmines.
She’s happy to be with him cause she’s coked up. He’s got a blank stare on his face cause he knows he’s got $12,000 in credit card debt and, tomorrow, he’s gonna be asking mommy for a loan.
I’d suggest “not coming off as some assclown” is Job #1 of the hardcore, committed Casanova. It’s like the #1 in $1,000,000 – - take away the 1 and all you get is a bunch of zeros.
Man some of you guys are about as delusional as Cosmo Kramer. No consistent rationale behind your insanity. Dude should get props for:
1. Not wearing a gawdam stripe shirt
2. Partying with Neo’s girlfriend “Trinity”, from the “Matrix”. Follow that white rabbit………………
3. Happy Thanksgiving bitches…..
Anyone notice that they’re both posed BEHIND the rope? In other words, they’re in the club and pointing at the losers who aren’t.
Also, is his collar popped-up? His shirt looks like it’s one size too small, the better to show off his bar body (NOT).
amen DC pimp…
I don’t know, but wouldn’t a real player (by definition) be flashing gang signs?
if george clooney came off like an assclown would he:
a. begin experiencing the sting of rejection
b. not notice a dent in the # of women willing to fuck him
I actually think he is a “playa”, because a playa wouldn’t care about how he is seen on camera. The essence of playa-hood is: (1) Your movements are naturally cool and confident; (2) But even in awkward moments when you’re not cool and confident, you keep it real, and don’t give a #!%* how people perceive you, and you don’t consciously attune your gestures thinking about how they’d be seen on camera.
I don’t know, but wouldn’t a real player (by definition) be flashing gang signs?
You from Kentucky???
George Clooney is the biggest closet homosexual of all time.
Mark my words–He will be out as a gay man by the time I am 40.
He can have sex with ANYONE he wants…but what he really wants…is a big fat dick.
He’s hot but hes flaming.
Dear all of you:
Please stop frontin like your all hip and cool and regurgitating what you read in Cosmo magazine and hear on Access Hollywood. Non of you fuckers are experts so stop the elistist b.s. DCB you better step your fucking game up because dudes come to this blog to read about brawds getting their backs blown out and sniffing their knee caps during some heated sessions. I don’t read this shit to hear gawdam dating advice and observations from upper 20-30 something singletons. Save the tiger beat advice motherfuckers and show some brazilian ass.
Hey DCB what ever happened to your Best DC ass contest????????????
Cosmo Kramer – “singletons”? What is this, Notting Hill?
Hey Cosmo, shouldn’t you be looking for work? Oh wait, that’s right, you just sank your career. Even your boy Seinfeld won’t stick up for you.
a) Absolutely he’d be feeling the sting of rejection, and from the kinds of women he actually WANTS.
b) Maybe or maybe not. Some women are still willing to fuck Russel Crowe, or rappers with prison records, so WTF? But you gotta wonder about those women.
99% of the guys reading this blog will never have any REAL money or fame to speak of, so there’s no point to recommending either as some magic key to being able to ignore the Prime Directive: Don’t Come off Like Some Assclown.
Roissy can get away with being an assclown because he’s a bottom-feeder; i.e., he preys on insecure whack jobs at the absolute bottom of the psychological barrel.
He’s gay. She’s stoned. It was supposed to look like the 90′s version of the Wonder Twins from the SuperFriends cartoon.
keep telling yourself that.
that’s a yes.
“99% of the guys reading this blog will never have any REAL money or fame ”
this fact does not dispute my point that fame and vast wealth will attract the highest quality women more reliably than any other leading indicator of alphaness. it is so powerful a pull that men who possess these attributes are often the biggest assholes around. why? because they can be.
that is why i noted above that the most cost-effective method for the average guy to improve his game is to master the art of psychological dominance. in the fat middle of the bell curve where a few 10Ks in either direction or a social circle +/- 50 friends make very little difference to the attraction a woman will feel for a man, a concerted effort to understand the nature of women and to apply that understanding in all his interactions will boost his lay ratio with quality girls ten-fold.
as for intelligence and looks, since they are innate i don’t include them as traits that a man can markedly improve through effort, though he can certainly ruin his genetic fortune by ignoring their maintenance. they are best viewed as tools to help him acquire the dominance that is universally attractive to women.
“Roissy can get away with being an assclown ”
do not assume the hurt i have caused you extends to my treatment of all women.
“he preys on insecure whack jobs ”
“do not assume the hurt i have caused you extends to my treatment of all women”
Roissy, bottom-feeder men do not have the power to “hurt” the HPS. Better luck next time.
“bottom-feeder men ”
would it make you feel better if this were true?
those scare quotes will come back to haunt you when, old, alone, and unloved by any man, your bitter tears roll down your sunken eyesockets over your wrinkled cheeks to stain pillows that provide meager comfort against the storm gales of harsh reality.
humbled post-menopausal schoolmarm?
“Better luck next time.”
luck ain’t got nothing to do with it.
almost forgot! tick tock…
Roissy, your barbs only work on women whose self-worth depends on the approval of men such as yourself. I exist in another realm entirely, off in the nosebleed section where you can’t even see me. So, how goes the search for that mail-order Ukranian bride, anyway?
Roissy: demonstrating how awesomely alpha he is by getting into anonymous arguments on an obscure blog’s message board since 200whatever.
Don’t you have millions of hot submissive babes to be fucking?
No. You don’t. That’s why you’re here and not there.
This has been another Simple Answer to a Simple Question. Thank you, thank you very much.
George Clooney is the biggest closet homosexual of all time.
Mark my words?He will be out as a gay man by the time I am 40.
He can have sex with ANYONE he wants?but what he really wants?is a big fat dick.
He’s hot but hes flaming.
You have a better chance catching Cosmo Kramer performing live stand up at Howard Univ, then you do George Clooney being gay. I understand his position totally. Marrage and commitment to the same women is like Iraq. Once you go their you’ll be entrenched in a fucking mess that would of best been served by staying out of it in the first place. Keep your money and life George and keep these brawds on the fast break.
Hedonistic, with respect to “mail order Ukrainian brides”, I am indeed searching for one. It hasn’t stopped me dating American women and women of other nationalities, but I’ve come to the conclusion that, all things considered, I’m most likely to find a woman who satisfies my looks requirements (must be a solid 8 or above), via this route. I make no bones about searching for a Russian or Ukrainian bride, all my friends know it, they know where I go and why, and I encourage all of them to do the same. I’m not a loser, I make mad bucks and have a ridiculous amount saved, I’m reasonably good-looking, but I was cursed with very high standards, that’s all. I am well aware of the so-called downside of doing this (golddiggers, etc.) but to tell you the truth, that’s LARGELY a myth…
“off in the nosebleed section where you can’t even see me.”
please stay there.
“demonstrating how awesomely alpha he is by getting into anonymous arguments on an obscure blog’s message board since 200whatever.”
spot the irony.
George Costanza is right. What’s the point of getting married unless you are going to have children. Mr. Clooney is doing what any sane man would do.
Remember, if it flies, floats, or fucks it’s better to rent than to own.
joe t, one vital stat you should know about aging beauties like anhedonic — they fear competition even more acutely than do younger bonafide hotties because it could very well cause their sexual market value to plummet to zero. they are reminded of this depressing fact every day when they look in the mirror; importing huge numbers of hot foreign females from economically depressed countries who also blessedly lack hedcase’s ballcutting afeminine cackling and not-so-hidden bitter resentment toward men’s basic nature only serves to enrage them further. thus, they will toss about “mail order bride” as if it were an insult rather than acknowledge to their growing dread that men, like hot women, can now more than ever afford to adhere to very strict standards. with the burgeoning field of seduction science and evolutionary psychology the playing field has never been more level, to the benefit of BOTH men and women i might add. the ones who will feel the pinch the most in the coming epoch are women like harpy monsterbitch for whom a cure for fading looks has not yet been invented. (note: i said “cure”, not “ghastly surgical remediation”.) single momhood only exacerbates her woes, but the solution to that is simple… as long as she is willing to settle.
as for me, i have no intention of using a mail order bride as there are plenty of fine women of eastern euro heritage running around DC to satisfy my wants in between banging regular american chicks. FOBs and americanized, they’re all good to go if you know what you’re doing. but i harbor no ill will toward men who choose that route, and make no presumption that these russian babes are all green card whores. of the few that are, it is probably a better deal all around for a busy american guy to bask in the sincere love of a young hot golddigger than endure the sexless nights of a dumpy, nagging, shrieking feminist blowhard.
just saying, is all.
Roissy, you are simply giving me too much of your energy; please stop, you’re wearying me. FWIW I was married for ten years and left my husband of my own accord and on my own terms, and I do not seek another. Consequently, my so-called “market worth” – as you so gracelessly put it – is simply not relevant to the discussion. I’m not for “sale.” I enjoy the company of men when at MY pleasure, and the day I no longer attract them, I most likely will no longer care because I simply do not NEED them. They are my dessert, not my meal ticket.
(Incidentally, this habit of judging a woman’s human worth in terms her function; i.e., her uselessfulness to men, is so boring, which, in turn, makes YOU boring. And the HPS hates being bored, so just shoo.)
Joe T: Whatever floats yer boat!
“please stop, you’re wearying me”
as long as you continue posting your horseshit i will spend the few minutes to call you out on it at my leisure.
so tell me, why did you leave your husband?
“I do not seek another.”
do you want love?
“I’m not for ?sale.?”
if you have no problem living your remaining days a celibate unloved spinster on whatever money you have saved, then, yes, you can plausibly claim you are not for sale.
but you wrote above that you enjoy the company of men. whether for marriage, love, companionship, or sex you are very much for sale regardless of your huffy insistence to the contrary. your sexual market value… yes, your worth to men… will determine how successful you are at getting those things you want from men. as long as your personality grates like a serrated battleaxe and your age scars you the men whom you would like to spend time with will not bother giving you anything but a polite hello on their good days. the less generous men will actually call you out on your hackneyed delusions because they will not care one whit about how attractive they are to you. you will gradually find it more and more difficult to charm anyone but your cat.
“I simply do not NEED them”
you have a need for people to pay attention to you. hence, your presence here and your public blog. the day is coming when you will be ignored by all men, and then, by all women but your fellowtraveling nurse ratched bluehairs. instinctively, you know this, which is why you post photos of yourself in cocktail dresses and talk up a big storm about your sexual tastes in a ploy to demonstrate you haven’t become irrelevant.
but enough of your needs. the bad news is that it’s your wants that will suffer the most.
“They are my dessert”
would you call love a dessert?
“makes YOU boring”
odd such a boring guy keeps you responding to him.
I don’t think he’s gay bc he’s single…I am actually not one for marriage or monogamy in all situations so I understand his stance and if he was straight I would say “Good job, George”….I think he’s gay bc he’s GAY. Duh.
Ok lets end this now. This guys is a posuer why: because A – He has a band real players would not nead a colored band to tell you what areas of the club to go to.
B- Why he doesn’t have his arms wrapped around the girl. One he probably doesn’t have the balls. Two she is only taking a picture with him to make him happy. PS. (She is a club promoter /model)and according to the first post works at Blackie’s. The real players you will never see on Camera because they are in back with the real women.
I honestly couldn’t give a crap about these two, but a few things. For one, if you’re in a pic with a girl that decent looking, and you don’t have your arm around her, you ain’t fucking her. Second, I think that girl is doing a halfassed try at devil points. Much props. Third, the guy looks like he’s 5’4″. Not a player. And finally, what in the hell is he looking at? Is the photographer jingling his keys with his other hand to distract him?
Roissy – I’ll keep this short, this is Roosh’s blog, if you really want my life story you can read my blog. Hm. The reason I divorced. I truly loved my husband and still do: We’re still friends and (literally) neighbors. Unfortunately for several years after the birth of our child I was very ill. He traveled constantly, I felt like a single parent, and eventually I decided I’d just rather BE a single parent, because the job of Wife (it really is a JOB) truly SUCKS. Why some women supposedly yearn for this role is truly beyond me.
He didn’t want a divorce, but it didn’t matter: I didn’t want to be The Wife! A simple story, and a sad one, and that’s that. I never asked for a dime of alimony or child support, and never received a dime, either. Bottom line is I make too much money for either.
As for this player/poseur thing . . . I hate to take the fun out of this game because I love trashing strangers as well as the next person, but . . . aren’t we playing into a false dichotomy? If one is not a player, MUST he be a poseur? Just askin!
Is it even desirable to be either?
Why can’t we all just get along??!!
Hedo: This is Roosh’s blog. If we really wanted your life story we would read your blog (which we don’t).
Veggie, my blog stats tell me otherwise but to each his/her own. Happy Thanksgiving to you too!
veggie, to be fair to hed, i asked her about her failed marriage. if you want to bitch about being bothered to turn your eyes away from reading things you’re presumably not interested in reading, then send your vituperation my way.
hed, some comments.
“We’re still friends and (literally) neighbors.”
have you seen him bring home hot women?
if so, does it bother you?
“because the job of Wife”
what job, specifically, do you mean?
in your answer, please do try to keep both feet on the ground and avoid feminist bromides.
“I never asked for a dime of alimony or child support”
i admire your integrity.
“Bottom line is I make too much money for either”
now we are getting somewhere.
you are aware of studies showing that a woman having a high income, especially one having higher income than the men she dates, correlates with lower chances of getting married and higher rates of divorce?
if not, let me introduce you to one of those facts of human nature you seem hellbent on dismissing with a wave of your pop psychology terms of evasion.
unless your ex-husband brought compensating factors to the table, there is a strong likelihood that the income disparity worked to corrode the attraction you once felt for him at the beginning of the relationship when he showed signs of “potential”. having failed to keep up his end of the bargain through either lack of ambition or unfortunate choice of career, you slowly, and quite subconsciously, began to grow cold at the thought of sleeping with him. you were probably not aware of the real reason for the loss of love other than to point your accusing finger at backwards-rationalizing smoke & mirrors like “he doesn’t keep up his end of the housework”.
now perhaps he was less than supportive during your illness, or maybe you suspected him of cheating while he was on the road (a well-known risk of spending many nights in hotel bars away from the family), in which case you could turn to the explanatory convenience of those shortcomings to buttress the emotional walls you were erecting between you and him.
“As for this player/poseur thing ”
women don’t want players.
they want alpha men.
and these are not the same thing.
Roissy/All, at the risk of appearing completely lame for posting on Thanksgiving (so sue me, turkey’s in the oven!) here goes:
1. You are in no position to project your delusions on my relationship(s).
2. You ask of my ex? My 6’5″ Ken Doll biathlete with the six-figure income? (seriously, he looks like Big on Sex and the City). He’s been in two LTRs since we separated and no, I’m not jealous of these women in the slightest; I’ve met them both. Frankly, my sex life runs circles around his.
3. If you’re going to spout relationship psychobabble yourself, you might as well get it right, so here are the REAL statistics on two-income couples, marriage rates and infidelity, so bone up and report back when you’re done:
Until then, this conversation is on indefinite hiatus.
Happy Thanksgiving, all!
Man if i had to profile hedonistic I would say:
1. College educated. Liberal degree
3. Would claim by choice but actually its by rejection because men grow fucking tired of her hollywood lifestyle and diva attitude.
4. Believes that by fucking six figures “Mr Bigs” that she must be attractive and important, fueling her narcissistic attitude. Linking his salary to her vagina.
5. Puts herself first before others including family.
6. Has about 100 grand worth of Credit card debt
7. Role plays that she doesn’t care what other people think about her, but when she lays in bed alone late at night, wonders what people think about her.
8. Lives in total fear of everything, never taking a risk but criticizes everyone else who fail at trying.
9. Had a Jenna Jameson type life. Grew up in some trailer park out in Oklahoma and moved to Cali to be an “Entertainer”.
10. Believes that its fucking necessary to lecture everybody and role play that she’s some psychotherapist based on reading Elle, Cosmo, Readers Digest and watching Oprah, Dr Phil and occasionally Jerry Springer for knowledge and advice.
Psst! Cleo,#1 and #9 cancel each other out. College educated is the only thing you got right (sorry, science degree, bzzzt!). Actually I’m just a divorced mom livin and lovin and burnin pies in New Jersey. But hey, thanks for playing.
“1. You are in no position to project your delusions on my relationship(s).”
my position is for me to choose.
i call em as i see em.
“My 6?5? Ken Doll biathlete with the six-figure income?”
if he was such a catch, why did you leave him? and saying you didn’t want to be “the Wife” is evasive bullshit, considering that you married him in the first place and being the smart woman you claim you are understood the general outlines of what constitutes married life.
so, what was it?
found evidence he was fucking some hot little minx on the road?
his equipment failed when you couldn’t shed the post-pregnancy weight?
he started keeping a mistress when the age on your face began to show?
“so bone up and report back when you’re done”
not once in this link you posted does the author mention in her list of supposed refutations the very strong evidence for a man’s relative lower income contributing to marital instability.
it’s the income disparity, stupid.
“(seriously, he looks like Big on Sex and the City).”
the shrew doth protest too much.
“I’m not jealous of these women in the slightest”
you certainly sound serene.
“my sex life runs circles around his.”
how long do these revolving door men in your life stick around?
“Happy Thanksgiving, all!”
you sound happy.
“sorry, science degree, bzzzt!). ”
something doesn’t add up. above, you mentioned that you make too much money for either of you — so much, in fact, that you did not use the leverage of the law to secure yourself a plump alimony and child support contract from him. a post later you bragged that ex-mr. big makes a six figure income. the reader would be forgiven for assuming that you make *at least* well into the mid-six figures for your storyline to make any sense.
now i know of no science degree that will get you that level of income. the highest paid physicists who flirt with nobel fame get paid around 150-200K, depending on whether they stay in academia or move into private sector research. and as everyone not steeped in equalist ideology knows the highest levels of science and math are DOMINATED by men.
so, you either got your money some other way (inheritance? career change? whoring? previously undisclosed divorce windfall?) or mr. big is really mr. big loser.
or you are lying to everyone about your super-duper high income.
which is it?
“this conversation is on indefinite hiatus”
you know what’s not on hiatus?
and he’s tapping his watch.
“hollywood lifestyle and diva attitude”
cleo, don’t let her act fool you. she’s an aging schoolmarm coming face to face with her impending sexual expiration who harbors bitter resentment towards men and the younger, fresher women those men love.
Roissy: I never said I made too much money “for either of us.” I said I made too much for child support/alimony (we share custody). Do the math: It means that at the time of our divorce we made approximately the same amount of money.
Does the thought of a woman with a science degree making (just under) six figures (government work no less), like, make your head want to explode or something? (And can I watch?) Family background notwithstanding (nothing inherited yet, folks still alive) my degree is in human ecology – the science of humans in interaction with one another – so I’m afraid that when it comes to human relationshps you’re beyond outmatched. My ex is also a scientist/engineer traveing around the world back and forth from the Pentagon. So no, really, it all adds up. Just not in your little pea brain.
The blogosphere is a fascinating place where people project their Flatland delusions on living, breathing, complex human beings. I do it myself: Every time Roissy goes of on his anti-HPS tirades I imagine him whacking off to porn in his mommy’s basement and it sure does make me snicker. I wonder if it’s because the internet is a two-dimensional medium . . . I wonder if we just can’t help it. Hm. Let me think about that.
“It means that at the time of our divorce we made approximately the same amount of money.”
at what point in the doomed marriage did he begin approximating your income? this is not a dealbreaker in my opinion but it will help clarify if he was sponging off you for many years while getting his career off the ground and if that had contributed to your disillusionment with the marriage.
be that as it may, we have established that income disparity at the time of the divorce was not the lethal poison in the well; so i ask again:
what happened to precipitate the demise of your marriage to mr. big?
a husband who, if your glowing review of his attributes is to be taken at face value, sounds that good on paper would not be a candidate for marital dismissal from a, shall we say, less than feminine wife who also bore his child simply because he wasn’t doing household chores 50% of the time.
“the thought of a woman with a science degree”
“(And can I watch?)”
sorry. no old chicks.
“my degree is in human ecology”
AKA soft science marxist equalist drivel.
“the science of humans in interaction with one another”
you don’t need the clusterfuck of the ivory tower to learn about human social dynamics.
you just need to open your eyes.
(the irony is that getting credentialed in the observation of reality is a sure sign of complete reality denial.)
“when it comes to human relationshps you’re beyond outmatched”
you should ask for a tuition refund.
“So no, really, it all adds up.”
you never did answer my leetle questions.
“complex human beings”
you’re not as complex as you like to think you are.
-some pained reality-denier
does referring to yourself in the third person give you an innoculating feeling of power in our illuminating exchanges?
“I imagine him whacking off to porn in his mommy’s basement and it sure does make me snicker.”
these scenarios you imagine… do they make the pain go away?
yours in christ,
1. I never outearned my husband. Your money-driven delusions are tiresome, so please stop. Sometimes women just realize they don’t want to be married, period, even when they are married to the so-called perfect man. Get over it.
2. Folks, I know U must resist my alpha-female compulsion to always have the last fucking word on everything. Sorry, it’s my sickness. Tootles!
I hate to say it Roissy, because even though I feel you on some of your comments, I think that you AND Hedonistic should probably be banned from this blog, because you guys are both fucking it up!
And btw that’s “non sequitur”. Two u’s.
Hedonistic: Nobody cares. And for those that do, keep it on your blog. By the way, you get hits because you post semi-nude photos of yourself. Not because you’re a fantastic writer. Try getting those numbers without.
ps. don’t assume that I am american.
this girl was on m.com for a long time.
chicindc or something. i would think they are equals.
Human ecology? Intriguing. I wonder what kind of jobs there are in that field?
I know the only way I could pull money like that as a geologist would be working for an oil company, and I don’t wanna play that game. I’m an academic at heart anyhow.
I’m just curious, Roissy, why you assume everyone wants to be married? I mean, I (for instance) just don’t think I can envision getting into such a relationship, and I don’t think it’s any fear of commitment, as I’m an exceedingly loyal lover (probably because I’m first a friend).
“(the irony is that getting credentialed in the observation of reality is a sure sign of complete reality denial.)”
Yeah, please tell me something I don’t know about the Earth. Go on.
I can’t believe that someone who can string words together as coherently as you would say something like this. It’s not only self-evidently false, it’s abjectly stupid, and you know that. Come on.
“I’m just curious, Roissy, why you assume everyone wants to be married?”
i don’t. in fact, i assiduously try to avoid it by selecting girls who are not hot for husband. as i’ve mentioned before, marriage is inherently a raw deal for men, especially men with options, both in the legal sense and the pleasure principle sense.
but this doesn’t alter the fact that, on average, women are more interested in marriage and kids than are men.
where women are content cooing and ahhing over baby pictures and poring through bridal magazines, men are planning their next great tactical move in the neverending status wars over access to prime pussy.
anhedonistic may be the exception to the rule but her relationship history suggests just the opposite — that she has, indeed, like most women, held the concept of marital life in high regard as evidenced by the fact that she did get married and stayed married for years, even bearing a child with the guy. it follows she does not now value marriage because she was either emotionally disillusioned by the behavior of her now ex-husband (hence, my leetle probing questions she continually evades) or has tried and failed to land a quality second husband owing to her steadily degenerating sexual and feminine appeal; such failure, it should be noted, which goes a long way toward explaining the sour grapes she squeezes out to assuage her haughty but brittle ego.
the only other explanation is one that is not very flattering to her — she was simply too dumb to comprehend the implications of married life to mr. big and the underlying landscape of male desire. the funny thing is that this is a special kind of willful stupidity usually practiced by people smart enough to concoct exquisite rationalizations of equalist drivel to deny the immutable fact of male-female differences.
and even to get a degree in it.
heh heh heh.
“as I’m an exceedingly loyal lover ”
while some rare women may look askance at marriage they won’t be happy to settle for a life without love. and as women are more commitment-oriented than men that love often comes with strings attached.
no one, not even anhedonic, can live without love. at least they can’t live in any capacity that we could fairly call the good life. if she wants to experience the love of a man who will stick around for longer than a few pokes in her wizard sleeve vagin she had better wise up fast to the encroaching reality all around her.
“It’s not only self-evidently false”
agreed. my editor was taking a piss break. a more precise wording would have been to replace “observation of reality” with “observation of human nature” but then it wouldn’t have had the same ring.
i exclude the hard sciences and related sciences not far removed from the mathematically latticed core disciplines. the soft sciences still, by and large, adhere to the blank slate theory of human nature in the face of overwhelming genetic evidence to the contrary (not to mention a thousand years of common sense found in the great works of literature and philosophy and in the bars and nightclubs of modern courtship environments). sociology, cultural anthropology, psychology, women’s studies, etc…. all frolic in a land of wishful thinking where pretty lies are preferable to ugly truths.
hedonistic is exhibit A, a card-carrying member of the aging feminist phalanx of reality-deniers and obfuscators.
her study of “human ecology” doesn’t pass the smell test. though if she has parlayed that BS degree into a profitable venture arranging diversity workships for government clients then i salute her resourcefulness in leveraging the prevailing mainstream idiocy into personal wealth.
Roissy just threw up verbally.
Hedo did it last week.
Some sort of internet flu must be going around..
[...] I never realized how appealing cleaning or peeking into an empty refrigerator is until I started this project. And I’m learning that it’s impossible to write without setting up some sort of reward system. I would start a porn download and not let myself watch it unless I write a certain amount. But then I’d take an early “break” and watch the porn anyway, and make my roommate watch it too. And then we’d play the drums and get some ice cream. After all that I’d get kind of sleepy and head to bed, but not before surfing the internet for a couple hours. Blog writing is so easy because not only are the posts short but you have immediate gratification. I can come up with a good idea tonight and by tomorrow I’d have Roissy and Hedonistic in the comments section fighting with each other, trying to hide the fact that they long for each other’s sex. [...]
[...] This man appears to be relaxed and comfortable. He has put in a little work to his appearance with the facial pubes and the hand jewelry, but it doesn’t look like he is trying too hard. He is not making any weird facial expressions or camera-pointing gestures. His hands are comfortably wrapped around the girl’s body. [...]
What a hater you are! This guy isnt even pointing at the fucking camera ! He looks more like he’s pointing out the scary black man behind the cameraman, who is about to come kick him in the ass for hitting on him earlier.