Tag Archives: American Women

Women hold up half the sky? That’s so cute, dearie

A Reader took a short break from 1040ing his earnings to Uncle Sam to eat lunch and browse the web and found yet another example of the pointlessness of MRAs:

Having stripped off the cardboard placards, they now carried 4 foot long 2 inch by 1 inch wide wooden sticks which they used in unison to hammer on the floor in tempo with a chant of: “MRA’s telling lies! We wont fall for your disguise!! Boom boom boom.” Those without wooden clubs kicked doors and lockers, matching those hammering the floor with wooden clubs, and shouting: “We wont fall for your disguise!”, while wearing bandanas and black balaclavas. — Did you know women hold up half the sky? | A Voice for Men.

MRAs are like Libertarian Party libertarians, they think that reason, facts, and discussion can achieve something against entrenched power, the dominant narrative, and the zero-knowledge general public. Good luck with that. MGTOW makes much more sense; like the Eternal Bachelor tagline used to say, give western women the husband they deserve: none.

Roosh, making a similar point:

Instead of taking real action with their lives, MRAs are hoping the government will one day serve their interests and give them things that me and my readers are achieving on their own. I don’t need the government to pass laws against alimony. I simply won’t marry in the USA. I don’t need the government to pass laws promoting fair child custody laws. I won’t impregnate an America girl. I don’t need the government to increase punishment for false rape accusers. I’ll cover my own back.

Close, but the way laws are written, interacting with a female in the West can make you a criminal on her say-so. This is why A Reader is weary of PUAs; they are leading men down a path filled with legal landmines.

The Real Cost of Women in the Workplace

Thinking like an economist, a MGTOW forum poster makes the same mistakes they do:

A woman being hired over a man almost always costs the company more money and returns less revenue. Women, due to biology, are going to miss more work, work less hours, and statistically will work fewer years than a comparably educated and experienced man would — The Opportunity Cost of Twats.

A Reader and his faithful Tennessee friend Jack know the real costs of hiring women into productive companies: instead of fitting themselves to the workplace, they force the workplace to fit to them, disrupting operations and threatening sexual harassement or discrimination lawsuits anytime something doesn’t go their way. That is the real cost. The economics blather above is the rounding error.

Warning: hamster on steroids

A Reader was browsing the MGTOW boards and found an example of the nonsense inside empowered women’s skulls. This is a 58-year-old, a grandmother, writing in Salon:

Some people my age — extreme middle-age —

What a great start: grandmother, almost 60, but sure let’s call it middle age. Let’s ignore the difference between how men age and how women age, too. After all, we’re all the same, biologically, aren’t we? What’s half a chromosome between friends?

train for marathons, or paddle down the Amazon, skydive, or adopt. They publish for the first time. Me? I may have done the most heroic thing of all. I went on Match.com for a year.

A Reader got through college on a track scholarship (and working part-time repairing appliances), so when people talk about “running” marathons in 5 or 6 hours he can barely keep a straight face. And these people who start “running” marathons in their old age are usually idiots: it’s the new thing, and they are all herd-followers, to the last one. Think “different” as long as your “different” is exactly the same as everyone else’s.

Still, running, skydiving, or kayaking need effort and/or skill. Apparently joining Match.com is all she could do, and in her mind that’s more heroic than any of the activities that actually require effort and/or skill. Typical.

I rarely missed sex: I had tiny boundary issues in all those years of drinking, and by my early 20s I had used up my lifelong allotment.

Another carousel-rider wants a chump to settle with. Only, about 28 years later than usual. For some reason women don’t understand that men may want to sleep with the sluts — though in this time of antibiotic-resistant STDs men are starting to rethink their choices, slut-wise — but they don’t want to settle with one.

I have spent approximately 1,736 hours of this one precious life waiting for the man to finish [sex], and pretending that felt good. And I want a refund.

My my my, a frigid woman faking orgasms, in this day and age. I’m sure that will work out well for her victims dates.

In four-fifths of [marriages she knows of], the men want to have sex way more often than the women do. I would say almost none of the women would care if they ever got laid again, even when they are in good marriages.

Perhaps she is projecting from her own sexual inadequacies, but there’s no doubt that men seem to want it more than women.

[Women] do it because it makes the men like them more, and feel close for a while, but mostly women love it because they get to check it off their to-do lists. It means they get a pass for a week or two, or a month.

The sex lives of married people, clearly worth giving up your bachelor freedom for. Consider the trade-off: you give up your freedom to do whatever you want in your own time and with your own money, become financially liable for someone else, and in return you get the same one half-hearted vanilla bump a week, a fortnight, or a month. (Close your eyes and think of Alexis Texas doing Belladonna.) Really, that’s what she’s saying.

(I know, I know, there’s that whole “love” part of the relationship too. And if you buy that, A Reader has some shares in the Brooklyn Bridge he’s selling at a great price.)

And the women are not crazy about the men’s secret Internet porn lives.

Yes… It’s unsurprising that they wouldn’t want to compete against a medium servicing all possible fantasies, with hot young (of legal age) women excited about satisfying a man’s every possible desire. Just like the guy in the corner store with tiny selection of overpriced merchandize doesn’t like Amazon.com.

A 60-year-old man does not fantasize about a 60-year-old woman. A 70-year-old man might. And an 80-year-old — ooh-la-la.

A 60-year-old man, a 70-year-old man, a 80-year-old man, and a 90-year-old man, all fantasize about two or more young (of legal age) women, perhaps a trio of 21-year-old petite thai masseuses who appreciate an experienced man. Fetishists aside, no healthy man fantasizes about 60-year old women. Do people who fantasize about being great athletes fantasize about getting bronze medals? No. It’s a fantasy, you always get the gold and break the world record.

People are damaged and needy and narcissistic. I sure am.

She’s certainly damaged to the point of demented.

Richmond San Rafael Bridge

Ok, she’s one of those nuts from Frisco. A Reader has visited the area several times for work, and his assessment is that people there are generally nuts and women over 30 are totally bananas. Very fruity city.

It’s a pity, because when A Reader was a kid, California was a great state, full of future promise, with the aerospace and electronics industries, but sometime in the 70s it went down the drain.

Apparently she managed to go out with a “highly cultured, a creative venture capitalist,” who seemed to know a little game because he didn’t call her back for five days. A Reader is guessing the guy wasn’t going to call at all. She obviously did the female thing and complained about it:

My friends were great. They turned on the man immediately.

Yeah… that really makes her sound like the kind of gal a man wants a relationship with; controlling, bitchy, and with a greek chorus of friends to tell her she’s always right.

Then I met a man who was as far to the left as I am, in the weeks before the presidential election! Heaven. He was English also.

Go be lefty in your country, limey. There’s plenty of Americans who attack the foundations on which this country was built, we don’t need to import others. That goes for you too, Piers Morgan, Daily Kos, and Arianna Huffington. A Reader has nothing against foreigners, but even if you naturalize, can you please wait a generation before you start attacking our country? There are plenty of people around the world who would love to come live here and defend the principles that made this country great. A Reader would trade all the Friscans and other assorted California libertards for these people, and then it might be a great state again.

(Full disclosure: A Reader voted for Reagan both times.)

Back to the article:

We both wanted mates. But then I got it, that my horrible friends were right, and he didn’t feel physical with me.

Someone posted her photo to a discussion board. There isn’t enough Kentucky firewater in the world to make A Reader “feel physical” with her. In fact, after seeing that photo, the idea of a man having sex with her made A Reader lose his appetite for dinner.

She plays a few more mind games and comes up snake eyes, but handles it well:

After four days of silence, I wrote to say that I guessed it wasn’t going to happen. He wrote back that yes, this was probably true; it had felt friendly but not romantic. Now he is my mortal enemy.

Ah, just kidding, she can’t take rejection like a grown-up; but at least the guy didn’t get a false rape accusation or a VAWA-sanctioned psychological violence assault charge.

Did she learn from her experience, at least?

To have gone out so many times took almost everything I had, and then I didn’t even meet the right man. You start to wonder if there’s something wrong with you.   Nah.

No, it’s the rest of the world that’s wrong: all the men, all of western civilization, all of biology, and even the least deluded of her friends. It’s the female version of Occam’s razor: the right answer is the one that makes the woman’s self esteem the highest. The delusions of these empowered women really are the best reason to go your own way.

Aurini on North Korea, Nuclear War, Cyprus Crysis

A Reader, slowly recovering from last night’s drinking* finds Aurini in great shape:

The best and brightest men of our generation are adrift – “behave like women, or get fired from your job” the HR harassment industry tells them – so either they suppress their souls or walk away.  Culturally we’ve lost our spirit, the mass consumption of Hollywood pap being the closest thing we have to a culture — Stares at the World » North Korea, Nuclear War, Cyprus Crysis.

Few people get the conflicting needs of working engineers and line managers: communicating with people who didn’t finish high school on one side and walking on eggshells to keep the HR harridans happy on the other is a high-wire act.

Read the rest here.

* Great thing about going your own way: no one to bother me for the drinking or nag me during the recovery. My weekend is my own, for my hobbies! No family means no need to worry about making extra cash consulting on the side and no driving duties (“take Pubert to karate at 9 and Roslina to ballet at 10, come back to take me to brunch with the Nelsons, take Pubert from karate to his play date at the Robertsons…”). I could go on, but I’d be going for a while.

The best reason to go your own way

Is reading what women write. Another clueless female, in a magazine for business idiots:

we do have certain non-negotiable expectations for potential mates that include college degrees and white-collar jobs. Life has always gone according to our plans, so why wouldn’t we land a man with these (reasonable) requirements? — via Why Are So Many Professional Millennial Women Unable To Find Dateable Men? – Forbes.

You keep making lists of requirements while your biology inexorably asserts itself. The reason there are no dateable men is that men who fill your insane requirements get to date hot feminine young women.  The other men have figured you out, and would rather enjoy life going their own way than date you.

Potemkin Women, by Captain Capitalism

The author of Enjoy The Decline, Aaron Clarey, better known as Captain Capitalism, on American women:

[A]fter getting married, divorced, and having no real skills to fall back on, not to mention, they’re getting older, the 30 something Potemkin Woman puts on her best act.  She wears the clothes she can’t afford, starts the business that has no hope, parades a reputation that has no truth, all in the hopes of being given one more chance at attention, money, love, and/or status.

In the coasts, particularly in big cities like NYC, Boston, and San Francisco, the Captain is off by a decade. It’s not uncommon to find women in their “late forties,” also known as mid-fifties for those of us who know rudimentary math, behaving as if they were still twenty-five.

Hint, ladies (never a word was so incorrectly applied): acting like a twenty-year-old airhead at forty-plus doesn’t make you look young and vibrant; it makes you look pathetic and desperate.

The Captain again:

There was 29 year old lawyer who made junior partner in record time and wouldn’t even consider dating men who made less than her (including yours truly), only to end up alone at a bar a decade later with a mean scowl on her face that would scare away any man.

In A Reader’s most considered opinion, any man willing to date a female lawyer in the US is taking an enormous risk, usually with minimal potential reward.