By Thorsten J. Pattberg for the Saker Blog
The Blackpill is a destructive ideology in the manosphere [promoting masculinity] that claims that genetics are everything and that subpar men should accept defeat.
Callum
Callum was born in Aberdeen, Northern Scotland, in 1982, to a wealthy Scottish engineer for the offshore oil industry and an English school teacher mother. The Celtic boy grew surprisingly tall, overtaking his own father’s height at the age of 16, standing tall at an impressive 6.3 feet. Callum had thick dark hair, a muscular build, slightly slit eyes, dark eyebrows and a manly chin. He had been an aggressive boy in childhood, but that was quickly mediated by private teachers, the finest schools and opportunities for rough and tumble play and mountain hiking and rugby. And although Callum had his first petting at the age of 14, with a pretty older sister of his best friend, it is fair to say that Callum was unaware of the existence of a ‘dating scene’. That’s because pretty girls were everywhere and eyeing him all the time. His first sex he had with bonnie Ava. She was four years older than him, and taught him a few things. Ava shared him with Sophie, her best friend, and it was Sophie who first praised him for his “size.” His first true girlfriend was Grace, who he brought home and his proud father almost wept tears over dinner, so stunning she was. There were always, always so many girls chasing Callum, that he thought them plenty and in abundance.
His mother wanted Callum to attend the University of Aberdeen, because the boy ought to have a Scottish Higher Education, not an English one. And although Callum might have been a candidate for Oxford, his father had the sense that it would be patriotic and more comforting to send Callum to the Scottish capital and study engineering at The University of Edinburgh.
In 2001, at the age of 18, with a monthly 2,000 pounds allowance, Callum rented a spacious apartment on Buccleuch Street, within a 200 feet walking distance to the main campus. He had just broken up with his last very athletic, gorgeous but clingy girlfriend Madeleine in Aberdeen, who was notable for her piercing kiwi-green eyes. But now, in Edinburgh during University’s ‘Freshers Week’, he quickly got a replacement – Hannah from Norway.
Or at least, Hannah thought he became her boyfriend, but Callum was not so sure, because two weeks later he was mad wae it at Teviot House, the Student Union’s club house and nighttime disco, and quickly hooked up with a slim but gorgeous Hong Kong girl named Shine, and the next week with a Scottish vixen by the name of Dawn, with huge tight breasts, the most puffy and symmetric ones he had ever seen. But that was fun and quickly the past. A month later, after a night of pub-hopping on Bristo Square and later the Grass Market, he hooked up with a real looker: Nancy from the States and her best gal, Lindsay from London. They had a romantic, respectful threesome in their shared apartment at Quartermile.
Callum joined the University gym complex at Pleasance, went hiking, joined a debate club, and attended classes both in his engineering major and philosophy minor. He made friends easily, and was immensely popular in seminars, in the clubs, at the gym and everywhere he went. In fact, little did he know that his mates and the gals followed him, and… already – starting Monday – would expect to hear from him where he would go on Wednesday evening (Three Sisters at Cowgate), on Friday night (The Tron or Bar 50?) and Saturday at Teviot Row House, where Callum performed karaoke of Ed Watkins’s Auld Lang Syne or Robbie Williams’s Let me Entertain You.
He once went to a Jazz Bar on South Bridge, and it was crowded and loud. There, he met freshly divorced Amber from Glasgow who made every effort to push into him, touch him, and she gave him her best in the ladies‘ restroom, but she was way too old for him.
His popularity wasn’t just exclusive to the city’s nightlife, no. He went to fraternity parties on St. Johns Street, a Halloween party at Potterrow, an end-of-semester ballroom dance (flashing Scottish kilts!) and several house parties of very rich American or English hosts. And it became very important for the organizers to have Callum on their guest list, because if Callum showed up with his mates, they would simply open their Motorola or Nokia smartphones and dial up the most stunning and gorgeous girls… and within an hour they would line up at the door steps.
Callum had this future model Hannah, just 19 years of age and carefree as any teen living away from her parents for the first time abroad, walking naked through his apartment and making breakfast for him. She was absolutely in love with him, moaning ecstatically from lust, and she opened the curtains and wanted the street and the whole world to see her pressing her mollies against the windows.
The sheer amount of hochmagandy available to a well-to-do, extremely good looking man in a small University town was incomprehensible, even to Callum. He got bored of Hannah, sent her away once, but she came back of course. She came back with lubricants and a butt plug for her, and, one day, even with pink handcuffs.
Callum left his apartment, angry, and up he went to Elephant House, the famous cafe where J K Rowling wrote her first Harry Potter novel. Just sitting there sipping a coffee latte, he locked eyes with Nastya for two seconds, a tall, blond Russian girl he once danced with at Teviot Row House. They exchanged numbers, and she called him the next day.
Callum was phenomenal, the pride of his parents, his teachers and his schools, and he was liked by everyone and loved by many, many females who were happy to share him. He would have made a fine engineer and the father of strong and beautiful children, if only he had lived longer.
During summer break, however, after his second year at University, he traveled to New Zealand, checked into a youth hostel, sang and bragged lang may yer lum reek all night long with the backpacker girls, before he passed out drunk on his bed and died from suffocation during a house fire. And when the press arrived and the police tried to identify who was missing, the aggrieved girls told them it must have been “that son of the King of Scotland.”
Josh
Josh was born in Boston, New England, in 1983, to a struggling but not poor art dealer and his faithful English school teacher mother. He grew up with a good public education and he excelled in maths and science. Josh had overall good facial features but a rather large forehead. He was 5.7 feet in height, which he felt was slightly below average at his school, so he started playing golf for compensation. Josh’s parents bought him a red used Ford Bantam he could drive on his 17th birthday. This enabled Josh to ask a shy girl from his high school, not beautiful but kind-of-cute Marie, out for a date to the movies. On their third date, he fingered her on the backseat of his car, and they engaged in a long term relationship.
Josh was ambitious. He wanted to run his own business and attend Boston University. He taught maths in daytime, attended evening school at night, and ran his side hustles whenever he had spare time. His upbringing was Christian, so Josh cared deeply about family, paid every dinner for Marie, bought her a Gucci back for Valentine’s Day and a 1-carat diamond engagement ring from Tiffany & Co. for New Year‘s Eve. He dutifully paid their rent and enabled Marie to fulfill her dream of attending medical school.
And had you seen this coming, in 2005, at the age of 22, Josh had been cuckolded by his one-and-only Marie. She met this tall, funny and handsome son of a Boston firefighter during a hospital shift of hers. And although the firefighter’s son was older, much in debt and never finished college proper, she couldn’t help hooking up with him, so Josh was crushed and never took her back.
A new Josh was born. He opened up business, incorporated his father’s art dealership, applied for a Part-Time MBA at Boston’s Questrom School of Business and threaded in contacts. He courted a pretty fellow female student, Joyce, but she eventually shut him down: “Sorry, but not my type.” So Josh went out to clubs in various cities as a lone wolf and bought every hot girl he talked to a range of drinks, and for her friends too, but all that generosity went nowhere. But that was alright just as well, because in the business world, there were always dependable escort services and strip clubs. The more you know.
In 2015, at the age of 32, Josh tried to impress much younger women. He now drove a leased German BMW i8 and had a business card that read “CEO Art Joshua – Gallery and Collector.” He set up headquarters in Boston and was planning an office in London. Josh traveled to London Art Fairs and attended Art Basel in Switzerland and Hong Kong, where the top girls cost up to a thousand dollars a night. But his main obsession was student escorts in Los Angeles or New York. And it was in Los Angeles, where he heavily courted a young Chinese art student from Shanghai, Mai Lin, ten years his junior.
Josh was financially secure as he sold his clients’ sculptures and paintings at SoWa Art + Design District in Boston’s expensive South End, and he also invested in rentable real estate at Carson Beach. But his supreme success was that he became somewhat of an expert on women. Successful men have ‘lots of game’, as they say. When Josh noticed bald patterns on his head, he shaved it clean. He groomed a goatee beard and hit the gym to compensate. He read Will Harvey’s How to Find and Fascinate a Mistress and Robert Green’s The Art of Seduction. He taught himself confidence – so easy! He subscribed to Doc Love’s The System. He tried to get as many women’s phone numbers as possible. He knew one-liners and bait and could read interest levels. He paid for casual sex and, very rarely, got a rebound girl drunk enough for a one-night stand. His body count stood at 58.
Josh liked to see himself as a sugar daddy and tried Latino and Korean students, who, he found, were smaller in body size than white Europeans. So this Mai Lin from China was tiny, but smoking-hot and ambitious and smart. Josh tried to make her pregnant, but she took the pill and was protected. He tried to lure her away from California and move in with him in Boston, but she said she needed to finish her degree at UCLA Berkeley first. All he could do was fly her into Boston twice a semester and have a raunchy time.
Mai Lin was spider-thin, flat-chested and had such a perfect face, but she could also be rude and ungrateful, he thought. When she didn’t reply to his messages, he felt she willfully ignored him.
Women could be so cruel. But soon, Mai Lin would turn old and expire like a “Christmas cake after Christmas.” Also, who likes an over-educated woman? Only benefactors such as CEO Josh here could keep interest levels high in a PhD-woman, so he measured.
After her graduation, Mai Lin returned to Shanghai instead, where she married her Chinese childhood sweetheart. Josh in Boston is 35 now, successful at his job, and always, always looking for a potential spouse. Josh still is going somewhere. He still has ‘lots of game’.
Dean
Dean was born in Oakland, California, in 1985, to a former branch manager of a Citibank and a Middle school teacher mother. They had a shotgun marriage when his mother was three months into her pregnancy with Dean, and it was plain obvious that she disrespected her man and felt repulsive. When his father eventually lost his job during the mortgage crisis in 2008, she divorced him. Neither his father nor his mother were particularly attractive, and Dean had a slightly asymmetric face and was short. He gave false height on his passports and school reports, and he wore shoe-lifts and elevator boots, but was never able to stand above 5.5 feet.
Every boy knows his attractiveness by just observing how his mother and female relatives are treating him. Sure, his mum had cared for him, but she was often rude or impatient, or told him off in front of other kids. Dean recalled his mom’s many faces of indifference, anger or even apathy.
Dean was not outright ugly – that he was not. From certain angles, he looked just like Tom Cruise. But really, he was just average looking. Just like 150 million other Americans or so. He needed heavy dental intervention to fix his teeth line – but who doesn’t. He had a poor frame. His parents had praised him for good grades or when he drew a picture of Captain Marvel or when he was nice to other kids. They also put him into brand clothes and taught him the importance of good character and personality and hard work. Nobody during his entire life ever called Dean handsome, tall or attractive.
He did not waste any time with dating or relationships. Not a single girl in school had ever smiled at him, tilted her body over or had her face lit up with glee. Flirtation was something he could only observe, never experience. He once dared to approach the better-looking Sally at Oakland County Fair and buy her a Raffle Winning Number, but that somehow offended the girl out of her mind and she called him a creep.
Dean passed through college almost unnoticed and got a teacher job and had plenty of hours for self-actualization – like plant ecology, learning Korean or getting a film studies degree online. He once questioned himself gay, but no. Not him. There was a particularly painful phase in his early 20s, when his body yearned for mating with a female so badly. But he soothed his primitive urges with HD-videos from Pornhub and Redtube, where he reacted to what must have been well over 5,000 girls of all colors and ages.
Dean really would have loved to go out with a real female, any female really, or taken whatever intimacy he could get, but he could not get a girlfriend. But who said a man must anyway? Dean was unattractive, he was not stupid! When he yanked his asymmetric smile, he looked borderline subhuman. When he tried to be confident, he looked pathetic. His mother always tried to save his feelings, and that for “every pot there was a lid” or that “when you least expect it, good things will happen to you” and whatnot.
“Especially now, with the dating apps,” she maxxed him, “you should really try it. There are now so many options and you can find nice women anywhere in the country.”
And Dean, well Dean, listened to all the advice she was giving him in silence, since he could tell with 100% certainty that she was being dishonest and that it was pretty much ‘game over’ for him at the beginning of this essay.
The author is a German writer and cultural critic.
“Dear random person, you have a great taste in literature.“ –Giovanni Poggo
- The Menticide Manual – Foreword + Start Early
- The Menticide Manual – Quibbling
- The Menticide Manual – Gaslighting
- The Menticide Manual – Ghosting
- The Menticide Manual – Framing
- The Menticide Manual – Inverse Reality
- The Menticide Manual – Stupidiocracy
- The Menticide Manual – Perseveration
- The Menticide Manual – ‘The Second Subjunctive’
- The Menticide Manual – Wokeness [or: Euphoria]
- The Menticide Manual – Red-Pilled
- The Menticide Manual – Astroturfing
- The Menticide Manual – Deceit
[…] and – hopefully not many – more horrifying tales of madness and insanity to come.
I’m thinking of rewriting men are from mars and women are from venus, it was just incomplete.
This is what women have been experiencing for years and generations.
For women it’s not only HOW she looks (she is ruthlessly judged on her looks and appearance – even HOW she dresses), but she is also judged and dismissed as ugly depending on her age.
A day over 20yrs and she’s considered old, 30? She’s ancient. 40? forget it she’s an old ugly hag
Divorced? Had a kid(married or not) she’s second hand goods.
Smart? educated? opinionated? Ambitious? or even successful and she’s considered a bitch or butch.
If she’s hard working and independent and knows what she wants in life, then she’s considered masculine or a dyke.
Doesn’t take shit or abuse from men? Then she’s considered a psycho bitch.
Very successful and ambitious (moving up in her career)? Well she’s probably a slut who’s had sex with the boss/bosses.
Ambitious? She’s definitely a slut.
Doesn’t care about worshipping men? Then she’s a lesbian. Ugly too.
A recent study stated that women peak (in attractiveness to men as potential dates) at 18 yrs old.
So what happens to a woman after she’s 20? Give up on men?
Were you replaced by a younger model? Sounds like it. You have absolutely no idea how sexy an older woman can be. Maybe start doing some esteemable things. Make yourself feel better.
They go and get who they want…..and not comply with men’s delusional tastes and behaviours….they actually see through the male idiots that think women deserve them. And to avoid that trap women also prefer the honesty of their own gender.
Conversely …sadly….nearly every week even today reported… there is a case of a pretty young woman with a child and or a promising future with doting parents , who got themselves attatched or sucked into to a delusional psycho or someone repeatedly in trouble ….does not listen to friends and family who are concerned……ends up murdered.
Or a woman lawyer sends explicit photos to a repeat criminal obvious nobody in prison so throws away her career……etc etc.
All those endless kinda “love island ” type programmes desparately trying to find a quirky angle and format with hunks and young bouncy doozy ogling girls….aint gonna find love trust respect a family etc …cos they are just put together for instant tv sensationalism .. ..gonna harm them more than find long lasting happiness. Yet these are ” role model” type programmes to sucker the younger generations. Some sick comedy .
So what is this article trying to tell us? You know, the culture makes many people behave like psychopaths. Many people don’t know how to behave, because our culture is on the decline. It is not difficult to get a girlfriend if you grow up in normal surroundings. I mean, the people in these stories are not normal. They are blackpilled, they look at the life from a wrong way. They have nobody to correct their way of life.
I thought it might end up with all the mums (school teachers ) would come together and form a lesbian dance troupe called Leave Those Kids Alone.
The author’s writing style is enjoyable and humorous, while being uncompromising and penetrating. From
the cases reviewed one might be tempted to comment on ‘the cruelty of nature’ – since ‘at the end of the day’, physical attractiveness serves the purpose of attracting the opposite sex, and thereby assuring the survival
of the species. If we consider for a moment however, that behind the Laws of Nature, such as ‘survival of
the fittest’, ( the strongest, the best-endowed, ie; fortune favours those most gifted according to the laws of nature), there are even deeper more profound laws, pertaining to the survival of Soul ( the true individual that survives death of the physical body ).
One such law is the Law of Progression, ( or Unfoldment ), which states that Soul either goes forward or backward, in accordance with how It responds to certain stimuli. But although some experiences may traumatise Soul, and thus introvert It, setting It back in Its unfoldment, Soul eventually overcomes these effects, picks Itself up and resumes Its journey onward toward God. How does It do this? It uses Its ingenuity, ie; Its creativity to survive. Every lifetime presents a certain set of conditions, which Soul must then utilise in order to thrive in some way shape or form. The old saying that fate provides the conditions at birth, while free will allows Soul to make
the best of the same, is appropriate here. Whether Soul thrives or not depends on the survival factor within Itself. A Soul with a strong survival factor will see It overcoming difficult and even impossible odds to do well for Itself, while others may be born into favourable conditions but fail to achieve any notable success in any direction and often end up in calamitous situations as a result of the poor decisions It makes.
Its all about the choices Soul makes, and then acts on, or doesn’t, as the case may be. The examples that
Thorsten provides bear this out, the two individuals less favoured by nature, didn’t too badly under the circumstances, whereas the ‘Alpha male’ did not do too well at all. One can argue that the Alpha had a good
time while it lasted, of course, far better than the other two. It’s all about the experiences that Soul needs and
the karma that defines a particular lifetime, ie; the conditions It’s born under and the decisions It makes under
these conditions that determine the overall tone of a particular lifetime.
The Law of Unfoldment states that Soul is inevitably bound to become a co-worker with God, and this means experiencing all that “the finished creation” has to offer, ie; Soul will at one time experience being a “Callum”,
a “Joshua” and a “Dean”, ( and a lot more besides ). This is in order to round off Its rough edges and smooth
it out like an ocean stone, thus awakening the love and compassion within, without which It cannot advance to Self-Discovery, and beyond. An interesting aside is that generally speaking, Soul incarnates from male to female and back again. This is in order that It retain some semblance of balance. Soul of Itself however, is neither male nor female, or perhaps, better said, contains both polarities within Itself, yet has Its own set of characteristics with are neither male nor female, strictly speaking, but are simply inherent since no two Souls are alike. It’s this individuality that is ultimately honed over eons of time until Soul becomes master of Its own destiny, according to the Laws of Life, the greatest of which is the Law of Love.
Apologies for my clipped sentences, forgot to pay attention.
Well done. Don‘t tell, show! These three stories are heartbreaking. We men are not the same. We are not even similar. We live completely different existences. Happy New Year to all men out there! Stay strong and go your own way!
This is depressing. I can honestly say I would rather be a Dean than a Josh. It is better to have absolute clarity about your options in life. But Josh is horrible. He is just mediocre and has to use tricks and terrorize and mentally torture women.
YES! The Saker Blog explores more global issues such as the blackpill philosophy or the incel movement and the manosphere.
The blackpill movement is going to wipe out tens of millions of white Europeans but also the Russians and Eastern Europeans who are having fewer and fewer children and will never find a wife.
This is in part of social media and in part of female emancipation.
The birthrates of whites in Russia, Germany, France, Italy and England have collapsed. In Sweden they IMPORT fertile AFRICAN AND MUSLIM MEN, but can that keep feminists happy long-term?
If you turn on CNN or MSNBC in America, you will see only black and brown men with white trophy women. Same in advertisement, where white men have all but disappeared.
My Facebook feed shows me paid posts who promote childless women and how free and independent and strong they are. You cannot tell me this isn’t a great top-down-plan to wipe out millions of children. Denmark is aborting more children now than birthing some.
How is that different from breeding poultry and killing unsuitable males?
Over 40% of all men in Europe will remain single or go t heir own way – the MGTOW movement.
The Time magazine reported in 2021 that more men than women are now single. This is mainstream media.
And Psychology Today reports in 2020 that a record number of Americans have never married and never will. Also mainstream media.
Because of dating apps and the internet, women date up and would never pair with a men of average or below average looks.
In Japan, one in three Japanese men remain single, reports Japan Times. Mainstream media.
And in China, over 170 million men find no spouse. Mainstream media.
This Blackpill ideology is basic Darwinism and the ultimative and hardest of all the pills to swallow.
It is about realizing that nothing matters and there is nothing men can do that will change change the trajectory of natural elimination of the unfit.
R.I.P monogamy. Forget marriage.
I wouldn’t worry too much about China and Russia. Also: Where do you get that 170-million-men-in-China number from? It is exaggerated by an order of magnitude. What a ridiculous assertion.
there is no neutrality, so it is difficult to say. I can see that the mentality that has ruined the West and Germany is going to ruin Russia, and perhaps China. It is a path of no return. People have lost the ability to see certain things. I was wrong, I thought people wouldn’t give in to breaking down structure and hierarchy.
“People have lost the ability to see things.”
People see selectively. They see what they want to see. The ‘arrows and slings of outrageous fortune’ or
the Law of Karma eventually leaches Soul of Its wilfulness. Life teaches It that there is another existence
beyond serving Its own desires.
It makes me so sad to read these stories. Maybe it is because of the C-crisis or the downfall of the West and the collapse of love.
I watched Dances with Wolves over the New Year. It is a story about men and survival at the Western frontier. The raw violence and honesty is incomprehensible.
A suicidal soldier becomes the hero spit out by war. What men do to other men. Destroying other males and conquering their territory is their natural pastime. Females are the trophies. Females side with whoever wins.
The killing of poor Timmons broke my heart. Zap, your life is over. Zap, any time. Zap, erased. Tortured and slaughtered by the Indian villain for trespassing. And of the Confederacy revenge killed the Indians, and the vicious circle of violence never stops. Pablo Escobar said it right: No matter where, there can only be one king.
I was beaten and bullied in school. One time, I ended in hospital with split lips and eye bruises that could have left me blind. We filed a police report against three gang members, but never heard the back of it.
I think my dad believed I was just weak. He thought the solution was easy, just punch back! But they have knives, dad. Watch the Class of 1984. That was pretty much my high school experience.
I set my sight on a brighter future. College. Where the worst bullies cannot reach. Just cannot forgive our government for the brutal reality of our broken school system. Violence and torture are normalized.
Now they legalize drugs. The violence and abuse will go through the roof.
The worst assholes learn techniques to attract naïve girls, who they objectify, abuse and torture – like Josh.
Looks matter most in both sexes. Men are objectified too. We all fantasize about better looking mates. Few like what they got, especially now with OnlyFans and TikTok and Youtube and Facebook and PhornHub.
The blackpill is a counter movement to the failed redpill movement. The redpill movement was all about learning the tricks of very successful men, like exuding self-confidence, hitting the gym or acquiring showy status symbols. This is over now. Women see through this. They have money and jobs and eduction.
There was also this obsession with abusing or manipulating women. This is over too.
The redpill movments was not only fake but also highly unethical. This produced fake pick-up-gurus and large following of women-abusers, with catastrophic results for society. This is over now.
The women so tricked would eventually discover that the pick up artist or PUA are really just a subpar or mediocre specimen. Women wised up and the redpill movement failed spectacularly. All redpillers self-terminated and returned to their video games in the parents’ house basement.
The blackpillers are hard-core realists. Race matters. Height matters. Looks matter. Everything else is clickbait, like buying a yacht or hitting the gym. Women like your money, but they will never love your T-rex little hands and oversized head.
If you are tall and have large hands, on the other hand, you don‘t need the gym ever.
Tall man with large hands make bodyboilder look pathetic. Blackpillers do not deny the short-term benefits and ego-boosters of successful redpillers, but after that, a terrible hang-over sets in. The blackpill is an anti-toxin against the poisonous redpill:
Accept what God has given you. Do not cheat nature.
You are spreading cheap defeatist bullshit for the benefit of the enemy. Redpill was always about understanding the mechanics of attraction first and foremost, and building your strategy on top of that understanding. If you have no choices, fine, there are many other things in life. All, literally all of great art was created in the condition of celibacy for a reason.
Just don’t wallow in despair, which is what blackpill is.
Josh is the most despicable. Everything about him is unnatural. Yet he also stands for the self-help industry, entrepreneurship and materialism.
Interesting is also that Callom was the stallion but only needed a handful of high-value women.
Josh was the pick-up artist and had 58 arguable average-value women.
And Dean was a virgin but had seen over 5,000 thousand low-value (Internet) women.
Less is more. :-D
Thorsten, this is powerful psychology through story telling. Keep it up! Happy New Year!
Callum died in hostel fire in Australia, not New Zealand. The arsonist was from New Zealand.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/scotland/north_east/5318864.stm
I have to say I appreciate peculiar dark style of the author. As for this story, it is hard to see its “moral”, but perhaps need not be one…Nevertheless, I have some sympathy for Josh, pathetic hustler as he is. We should not miss that he thought he had found love of his life, only to be cuckolded by her. He became cynical womanizer. He seems to be real person, I know just such characters. Callum, paradigmatic alpha male may be pictured a little over the top in almost cartoonish way. Dean is typical incel, as they indeed exist.
In the end, Western culture seems to be too obsessed with this alpha/beta/gama male nonsense…..Of course, some guys are very popular with women, some are average in this respect, and some definitely subpar. It is like that everywhere. Still, apart from grotesquely disfigured or mentally sick males, nobody needs to remain completely woman-less (all the time). Even Dean..it seems his poor mother has a point: if he put in half of effort of Josh, he could find a woman. He would never be PUA player of course…but one rejection in childhood (only time he gathered courage to ask girl out) turned him into lifelong porn addicted loner? Come on.
The ‘Most charming and attractive’ is my limit. But then again I long for those days of the USSR normalicy.
Thorsten
I would be interested to know your thoughts on the war of the ugly against beauty.
Best wishes.
In my case, one shotgun and 3 rebounds. My brother had a shotgun, a rebound shotgun twice with wife # 2. Girls from as young as 8 get state sponsored abortions (without parent’s consent) in South Africa. But after being passed around by the same 10% of successful men (right clothes and car brands) until she is about 23, then find it hard to attract a husband never mind a steady boyfriend. She focuses on a career but at 30 realize that the compensation doesn’t match the effort and quit as her bio-clock calls the shots and she desperately wants to breed and finds a sucker who she divorces a few years later taking half his shit and most of his disposable income in alimony thanks to feminist biased divorce courts. Young men (the other 90%) join MGTOW and quit college in droves, gaming with their buds in the basement, go to bed, watch porn, masturbate and sleep…
Bye-bye American pie…