May 30 2010

The Ugly Other Woman

Category: Days and Nights,Pinglaling,Social IssuesIronWynch @ 4:38 am

Googling around, as I’m prone to do, I found an interesting article: Why Do Men Cheat With Ugly Women?

It was from the pretty girlfriend/wife’s perspective.  I have some sympathy for a good woman who gets cheated on, no matter what she looks like.  I have no sympathy for gold diggers or harpies though.  Most women who are overly worried about looks fit into at least one of those categories.

It would be interesting to hear from some men on this, though most wouldn’t call the women they mess around with “ugly”.  So for the purpose of any feedback, we’ll define ugly as not conforming closely enough to the western media ideal for beauty to be viewed as having universal appeal.

Why would a guy with a hot wife or girlfriend at home, go out and shag ugly women, or have an “illicit” relationship with one?

Here’s one man’s answer to the question:

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May 15 2010

Dealing With Haters

Category: Gratitude,Social Issues,poetryIronWynch @ 4:21 pm

I love my haters.  They’re my best press and the evidence that I’m doing something right.  Their attempts to “put me in my place” are welcome challenges that ultimately end up confirming the legitimacy of my position.

What’s funny about that is that I’m not particularly rich or famous.  I’m just me, and don’t apologize for that.  Yet for some reason, the self designated sheepdogs of the herd sniff me out for saying the simplest things like it not being a good idea to abuse people for not being close enough to whatever the herd deems perfect.  That’s like blasphemy against their Santa god, and they attack with religious fervor.

Like severed hands on the belt of Kali, I tend to wear their sorry excuses for insults like jewelry.  They are the sacrifices of dignity voluntarily amputated and lain at my feet.  Their songs over the years are as stylized as hymns.

There’s one of my old favorites: You Are So Ugly

You are so ugly
Why can’t you see?
You are so much more
Ugly than me.

This makes you worthless
Worth less than me.
You are so ugly
Ugly to me.

You must be sorry
Apologize
For being unpleasant
To my tender eyes.

If you do not
Well then you’re a bitch.
You should be hanged
Or burned like a witch.

I demand you agree
With my view of your worth.
Most people do
All over the earth.

We all think you’re ugly.
Why don’t you submit?
Why don’t you enjoy
The taste of our shit?

We do so love shitting
One hole just won’t do.
We open our mouths
And can’t help but poo

That you are so ugly
And worthless to us.
We sorely resent
Your making a fuss.

Not only must you
Account for your actions
But you’re required
To bear our contractions.

We can be human
But if we are honest
What we require is
That you be a goddess.

You Angel of Ugly
Must suffer our sins.
While we reject you
You must want us in.

While we abuse you
You should smile and dance.
While we just use you
You should want romance.

When you do not give us
All that we pray
And show the same boatman
You one night will pay

We’ll punish you for
Defending your life.
Oh shit! It’s a gun.
We’ve just got a knife.

I really don’t see how people figure they should be able to spew all manner of crap at people, and those people aren’t supposed to hand it back to them.  Well, yes I do.  That’s what most people do: suck it up while the more aggressive, just as mortal as they are, verbally defecate on them.

It’s funny how that works.  I learn a lot about humans from watching cats.  I have a female calico who is not the biggest, but is the loudest.  Whenever I’m distributing snacks, she always feels she has to be first.  What’s even weirder is that when I put a little in one bowl, and move to the next, rather than finishing what was in the previous bowl, she jumps to the next bowl.  Every bowl I fill she has to beat all the others to.

Her little plan always gets foiled when a bigger female swats her in the face.  Then she moves away but is still complaining and trying to make all the others miserable because she didn’t get what she wanted for being merely aggressive and not actually better.

Something to think about.

I’m just a cat who wants to get to her bowl without some little wannabe standing in my way, growling at me because they think they’re entitled to what they didn’t earn: my respect and good will.  Too many people think that the way to earn people’s respect is by being a dick because there are too many pussies.

I understand that’s not going to change, but it would be nice.

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Apr 06 2010

Not Gon’ Be Able to Do It

Category: Days and Nights,Gratitude,Social IssuesIronWynch @ 6:17 pm

Okay, I tried to break my no backtracking policy, but I can’t.  It’s not so much about the policy as it is the why.  Hannibal isn’t reaching the minimum bar for what I require in a bitch, much less a secondary partner, so it’s all just moot.  He’s one of those guys I’ll admire from a safe distance because he apparently doesn’t value me enough.

From what I’ve learned from Obsidian, Roissy, and others, there’s not even really any point in talking it over.  He knows me well enough that his failure and the consequences are understood.  The last time, I made the mistake of trying to save something that didn’t need to be saved, and got accused of obsession.  I don’t want to have that argument again.  I want to be able to have a beer with the guy, and talk like friends, and perhaps he’ll introduce me to someone more suitable.

The rest of my current prospects are younger than me, and have been, since my awakening, scooted into the, “No way,” pile.  I’m friendly to them, and flattered that they’d like to get into my pants, but it’s not going to happen.  I’m not built for the cougar thing.

I kind of wish I was.  I wish I could just suspend disbelief long enough for something like that to be fun and not a headache.  I wish I enjoyed teaching grown men how to piss standing up, but I don’t.  I can’t convince myself that someone who isn’t old enough to understand that a gorgeous, young woman could leave them and take half someday, or become more addicted to whatever drug she’s taking to stay an unnatural size 4 and lock their kids in a basement for months, can value someone like me.  A guy has to know something about real life to appreciate a real woman who doesn’t look like she stepped out of a magazine.

I understand that to a guy under 40, I’m just the person on the sidelines holding out a cup of water on their marathon journey towards the illusive unicorn…the hot chick with a heart of gold.  I don’t have the heart to tell them that for at least half of them, that journey will end in divorce, and that for most of them, it’ll happen because she (perhaps rightfully) thinks she can do “better” than him.  For most of the other half, the journey ends with a woman who looks like me or worse, but with none of the coping skills, and a much higher sense of unjustified entitlement.  Whatever was shitty about their personality oozes to the surface when they’re 30 or so.

I was thinking about how perfect nature is.  I feel very fortunate to have had one child.  Western culture is imploding on its own masturbatory fantasy.  In such a time, I could easily not have had any children at all.  Women like me are dinosaurs, and the birth rates for cultured, intelligent people in Europe and the U.S. tell the sad tale.  We’re not replacing ourselves because through the media and legal breakdown of the meaning of family, we’ve made the serious and the strong unfashionable.  The herd is being led off a cliff, and we’re going to either be destroyed or absorbed by cultures that aren’t really better, just more realistic and interested in breeding before they’re too old.

I think if I had been more fully aware of this when I was younger, I’d have started a cult a la Dune.  Actually, there’s still time.  We could call ourselves the Zenietzsche Mormoslims or something, and make it a rule that everyone has to eat a natural diet and bring as many spirit babies to earth as possible.

Nah, I’m not a cult builder type, and besides, someone has probably already done it.  It’s fun to think about, but in the end, the cold facts at ground level add up to this generation deserving what it gets for its stupidity.  My time is just about over, and whatever “suffering” I’m doing for being underappreciated when I was young and even more fertile, the people who missed out will do more.  I have one who, if she survives long enough, will do good things for humanity and her world.  What others I didn’t have won’t get to do whatever good they could have done…and they won’t be in the number of people who believe in raising their own children or eating like humans instead of drones, or growing up on time instead of by some artificially imposed schedule.

The few others I know who have some sense, and have managed to make children who have some sense, should count themselves fortunate as well.  Fate could easily have twisted a different direction.  Whatever problems you’ve had along the way, there will be some folks with some sense in the next generation.  While you’re here, remind them not to let the crush of stupidity around them break them.  Remind them that you love them, and that love is part of what makes us human, and that they should follow their own hearts and their own instincts, not the trends and not the television.

Hopefully things will work out, but the truth is that cultures and nations rise and fall all the time.  Perhaps western culture is doomed because it abides too much ideal and not enough practice.  So we adopt principles that seem like a good idea, but ultimately destroy us because they are unicorns and rainbows and not horses and refraction.  So we will adapt and survive, or we will fall.  Not much ever changes for the independent thinkers.  We’re different no matter what or where…but for certain, it’s easier to be independent in a western culture than it is in others.  So if it’s falling, I’ll be sad to see it go.

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Feb 27 2010

Liberalism, atheism, and male exclusivity supposedly tied to intelligence.

Category: Pinglaling,Social IssuesIronWynch @ 1:36 am

According to CNN and Dr. Kanazawa, being smart makes men more inclined to be monogamous and yet somehow more liberal and atheist.

Sorry, but I have to call bullshit on this one.  If a guy is more intelligent, liberal and atheist, he should be more likely to be polygamous or some other flavor of “deviant” (in a good way usually).

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Feb 04 2010

Found! The Milgram Obedience to Authority Experiment

Anytime someone wants to make you feel bad for being an oddball, remember what you’re about to see here:

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Jan 06 2010

Good Enough

Category: Social Issues,Yes It's F-ing PoliticalIronWynch @ 1:17 pm

Today I got a call from Longstroke.  One of his coworkers attempted suicide this past Saturday.

She is a non Jewish, Phillipine woman whose Israeli boyfriend dumped her saying that it’s because she’s not Jewish.  He said he’s found someone Jewish, and has decided to go with her on that basis.

Much like me, the feeling that washed over her was fatal, but suicidal rather than homicidal.  She’s a much nicer person than me.  She didn’t have the requisite callous to consider the person speaking to her so utterly worthless that he wasn’t worth time in the hospital or jail.

Hearing her story makes me wonder if not murdering the guys who had the gaul to say those words to me was indeed the right thing to do.  Maybe if we did kill them when they did that, word would get out and they’d stop using non Jewish (or non Arab or non Druze, respectively) women on the pretense of a relationship.

Then again, the vast majority of people, men included, are stupid and shallow.  So the only real payoff in butchering a sheep is individual deterrent, unless one is in a visible enough leadership position to call it “making an example”.  Since we’re considered insignificant and disposable, cost/benefit has to be done on the spot.  I didn’t think it was worth incarceration, so I stayed my hand.

Her…I don’t know.  She’s already harmed herself, so she might think it’s worth it to harm him.  So before she wastes her life in a more externalized way, I’m going to try to have a talk with her to help her gain some perspective.

Now that I feel more at home here, I see people like this guy as people who poop in the public pool.  He and people like him do their dirt and expect the rest of us not to mind the mess they make.  Well I mind, and Longstroke minds.  Lots of people here mind, but we’re shouted down by the idiots.

I can’t honestly say what is the right thing to do under these circumstances.  So I’m not going to approach her with morality or the virtues of being a merciful martyr…just the cold, hard truth: she wasted 5 years of her life on Osama’s meat puppet.  He is a broken Jew.  He doesn’t have the nuts to either keep to his own or be honest about his intentions.  For people like that, harming a non Jew is some kind of mitzvah, so any pain that comes out of their cowardice is like a bonus.

She made a mistake in harming herself over that worthless individual who hates himself so much that he would stick his cock into someone he himself views as a farm animal.  He should never see a tear from her, much less blood.  If she had succeeded, he would probably be overjoyed…laugh about it with his new girlfriend and male friends.

So she has to live, and has to do well with her life, and give him nothing but the smell of her afterburn, surpassing him in every way.

In this case, living well is indeed the best revenge.

Down the road, when you’re the one who loved out of the box, and they’re the pathetic weakling who scurried back under the skirt of conformity, you find your life better than theirs in many ways.  You know what hard work and sacrifice is.  They don’t.  They will never be able to do anything that is truly difficult.  It’s like the glass ceiling for pussies.

They are forever limited by their inability to do what it takes to get anything that is truly worth having.  The most they can expect from their lives is the equivalent of mindless servitude in so many ways.

You do what you do based on your ambitions and abilities…not those imposed on you by people who convince you that it’s okay to live like a slave.  It must really suck to be such a slave that even one’s heart is up for auction.

Ah well…survival of the fittest.

I often think that most people who say that to justify what they believe to be their own cruelty, don’t realize that the fittest in the exchange is the one who survives their pathetic attempt at harm.

I hope this woman is a survivor.  If not, there’s nothing I can do for her.

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Nov 06 2009

Say What?

Category: Pinglaling,Social Issues,Spirit,Yes It's F-ing PoliticalIronWynch @ 8:04 am

About the Fort Hood Shooter, Nidal Malik Hasan, his imam, Faizul Khan says,

“On a form filled out by those seeking spouses through a program at the mosque, Hasan listed his birthplace as Arlington, Va., but his nationality as Palestinian, Khan said.

“I don’t know why he listed Palestinian,” Khan said, “He was not born in Palestine.”

Nothing stood out about Hasan as radical or extremist, Khan said.”

Oh really?

Okay, say I’m the preacher at the local church, and one of my parish lists his nationality as Dixie, and runs around praising the KKK as heroes.  If and probably when they do something insanely violent, when the media comes to me asking if he seemed like an extremist, what do you figure I’d say?

Yes.  Yes I knew the guy was a nutbar, and that it was probably only a matter of time before something happened.  I’m surprised that when he began his killing spree, he didn’t come to my office first, because I took him aside on numerous occasions and tried to explain to him the dark direction his beliefs were taking him in.

Imams, priests, preachers, study leaders, spiritual counselors, and nurturing laymen, we can do better than this.  We must do better than this.

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Oct 03 2009

Believe it or not. Does it matter?

Category: Random,Social IssuesIronWynch @ 6:15 pm

I personally don’t think it matters whether a person believes in God or not.  If there is one, it exists whether we believe in it or not.  The only one in that exchange who is affected by the belief is the believer.

The believer is the source of the belief, so people whose minds can’t imagine a perfect God or a functioning universe will constantly be at odds with nature.  They can’t begin to surpass themselves because they can’t understand or believe in themselves.  They can not believe that everything was made as it was, regardless of how they believe things were made.  Because of this, they can’t think of a way to enhance things.  You have to know what’s there to figure out how to make it better, or even if it needs improvement.

So God or nature becomes an excuse for personal failures that are within their power to change, but apparently not within their will…or it would seem so anyway.  I personally believe that one’s will is part of one’s power.

On a personal or societal level, to direct things to how they should be, one has to first know (well enough anyway) what is.  If one refuses to see what is, they will fail or lead themselves or others into destruction.

Both camps are guilty of leading people to destruction because thusfar, few seem to be willing to face the way things are, including the human imagination and will, or how they relate to each other.

Religious people claim to believe in an omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent, unfathomable God and yet they reduce it to little more than a hatless Santa Claus each time they pray for any purpose but gratitude.  Non religious people claim not to believe in God, and instead, reduce the universe to something that should be their hatless Santa Claus every time they hope for anything but what they have earned.  So they have a god they believe will part the Red Sea for them.  I like to call it the Denial Fairy.

I have a sort of hobby of naming people’s god or at least their anthropos figure by their behavior.  One can tell who they really worship by what they do.

Whichever it is though, nature is still what it is, and none of us is smarter than it.  Worst case, we can make this tiny rock we infest uninhabitable, but said rock will still orbit the sun until it is consumed by it.  So I’m trying to live in peace with my fellow inhabitants unless they don’t want to live in peace with me.  If the latter is the case, then it’s on.

Whether I am a child of God or merely a gob of flesh, my life is important to me.  I give and receive much love, and for this I am grateful.  I live on a planet that has many habitable areas where I could live rather pleasantly for years with nothing but my wits, and should I lose those, my suffering will not be long.  I will die of dehydration or exposure, and my body will feed some worms and flies that may someday feed a toad or maybe a fish that may someday feed a bigger fish or maybe even a child.  I am a part of the cycle of life, and when that stops, I will be a part of the collection of minerals that make up this universe.

It’s nice to think there may be a God.  I don’t presume what it is, if it exists in the ways I can possibly imagine existence, or try to parse its will aside of what is naturally creative and destructive, and the balance between those that sustains life.  No book is needed to see this, though reading the ideas of others on the matter helps as a nice springboard for forming one’s own ideas.  Everything we need to know, and may instinctively know already is spelled out in flesh and blood…and in trees and stones.

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Jun 11 2009

Year 39 Begins

Category: Days and Nights,Social IssuesIronWynch @ 3:51 pm

On the 8th of this month, I entered the last year of my thirties.  I should probably be mourning, but I’m not.  I went to the shouk today for groceries, and got a new “agalah” on the way.  The old one served me well for more than two years, but it’s bent all to heck now.  The new one is prettier than the old one was, but not as good.  This one will probably last half a year.

Fender instructed me to tell him the next time I go to the shouk because (as I suspected) he is a “collecter” there, and I’d get things at cost or free, but I disobeyed.  It has taken me some time to establish a good rapport and relationships with the merchants there, and I don’t want that corrupted even if corruption is normal here.  If we ever break up, things would get really awkward if I took advantage while we’re together.  I don’t like to owe anybody.  In a way, I think that’s one of the things that makes me most attractive to him.  Hell if I’m going to become a grocery whore now.  That would be the equivalent of a guy becoming clingy and obsessive.  People don’t always know that they don’t really want what they say they want.

As a woman, my game (as in rules of engagement and principles, not fakeness) probably has nothing to do with whether or not he’s attracted to me sexually, but it does have alot to do with respect.   If it doesn’t make a difference either way, why not keep that little extra edge?

If he wants to get all providerey, then he has to at least let me whore honestly.  I don’t mean sexually because that’s an even exchange.  I mean actual services like braiding his hair, pimping his website and the like.  A couple of five hour cornrow sessions is worth a couple of weeks’ groceries.

In other news, on the way home, a cab driver wanted to talk to me about the Obamas.  It seems to be the favorite topic for young guys trying to make conversation with me and demonstrate how non racist they want me to think they are.  When we got to the point of talking about Michelle Obama, he said she seems to be a bit of a snob.  She doesn’t smile genuinely a whole lot, and her manner seems very strict.

So I told the guy the truth: Michelle grew up in a country where aside of some overcompensating Black nationalists, everyone else there is telling us that we’re the ugliest women in the world.  He seemed shocked.  His mouth literally hung open in disbelief.

So then I told him about my junior high and high school experiences.  I got called an ugly bitch multiple times every day for seven years, when I was about half my current weight, wore a 34 DD, ran, and did martial arts.  The few times in those years that someone other than a relative or platonic friend told me I was beautiful, they were either trying to get into my pants, or said it in that smarmy overcompensating “Black is beautiful” way.

If Michelle Obama was unaffected by, or fully recovered from this, her hair would either be its natural texture, or straightened with enough care that she wouldn’t have cicatrical alopecia.  It is possible for a Black woman to have long straight hair that is fairly healthy.  It wouldn’t be optimally healthy, but it would be stronger than the typical relaxer-head.

There’s a way people do things when it’s just a style choice, and a way people do things when it’s part of an unhealthy pattern.  Hopefully now that she’s got access to some of the best stylists on the planet, some African or Caribbean woman will show her the way.

So the driver says to me that he can’t believe that American men genuinely consider Black women ugly.  He says they’re just saying that because secretly they want us or something.  I told him that perhaps it is so sexually.  There was alot of racially based sex tourism and prostitution going on before the double whammy of prohibition and new feminism made us forbidden and then angelic martyrs.  However, I said, they love us like someone loves finding a $20 bill laying on the ground.

It’s $20.  One doesn’t care if it’s a little dirty.  It’s money.  So as long as a woman has a vagina, she’ll find some penis that wants in, especially if she’s objectively beautiful.  However, if she isn’t socially convenient, the guy will hope that he can screw her without having to actually treat her like a human being, to do it.

…and yes, I went there, and said, “…much like Jewish guys treat non Jewish women here, and Arab guys treat non Arab women here.   Only in the U.S. the guys at least have enough class to avoid a woman they consider substandard.  Here they’ll just lie to her about how liberal they are…but in the end, we get the message here too.”

I then explained, this is the situation Michelle Obama grew up in.  We’re not allowed to be nice and congenial.  If we are, we get branded as sluts or easy targets for abuse.  So we have two socially allowable personas: snob and bitch.  She doesn’t want to act like a bitch, so she has to act like a snob.  Otherwise, people will talk more trash about her than they do already.

Away from the public eye, we can be ourselves, but so long as the camera is rolling, we have to be hard or be stepped on.  As intelligent and accomplished as she is, Americans think she’s ugly…and it’s better to be an ugly girl with some dignity and power than it is to be one without dignity or power.

So he says, “That explains alot.”  I asked what, and he told me that most Black women he knows here are very snobby.  I told him to be grateful that a good African upbringing doesn’t allow them to become bitches.  We both laughed.

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Jun 05 2009

It is to laugh…

Category: Pinglaling,Social IssuesIronWynch @ 10:07 am

Since Roissy told me to shoot myself, I’ve been reading the site occasionally, but not commenting.  I like some of the guys who comment there, who often have constructive things to say.  Some don’t often have much constructive to say, but it’s instructive on the minds of men.  Since nobody knows men like men, it’s good to have sites like Relationships @Blog-city and Roissy in DC (comments are more interesting than the main posts) to keep us girls with religious dads aware.  Some things our fathers can’t really talk about, and/or don’t have much experience dealing with.

One thing my dad did try to teach me, that I of course had to learn the hard way, is about not throwing one’s pearls to the swine.  Silly me, I was on a mission to try to save westerners from psychosexual annihilation.  I kind of still am, but only those who are looking for it.  I don’t go reaching out anymore.  I’m Google beloved enough that if someone is looking for me, they’ll find me…and nature comfortable enough to accept that there will be very few who look.

So today, rather than breaking my dead-to-roissy status, I’ll observe and comment from afar, on an easily browsable example of why it’s not a good idea to take advice on love or even pickup artistry from wannabes.  I know some of you out there think I’m going to get on his case specifically for talking trash about his target du jour, Lady Rain, but that’s not what’s going to happen.  He’s allowed whatever opinion he likes on whoever.  He doesn’t like her, and he doesn’t have to.  I’d be the last person to argue that someone should like someone they don’t, or that they should pull punches when they are offended.

Thing is though, one’s method and delivery indicates more about one’s own personality than that of the person they’re “attacking”.  The idea, when handing out any kind of verbal or textual smackdown for which the prize is greater influence, is to make yourself look more credible, and the opponent, less so.

In this case, Roissy utterly and miserably failed.  I am sure however, that he would argue otherwise.

A bit of backstory, like most women, she doesn’t seem to understand the nature of game.  Women’s sexual attractive power is mostly based on looks (whatever’s attractive/popular in a particular culture), and their relationship attractive power on social convenience.  So basically all a woman has to be to get laid is available, laid well is popular looks, and married socially convenient apparently regardless of looks.  In the west, since the whore/wife requirements are overly overlapped, character means very little until something goes wrong.  Since most people are not very independent thinkers, it means little even then.  Men and some Lesbians will make the same mistakes repeatedly, and not understand why they are suffering for their stupidity.

Women don’t seem to get this.  Beauty is their most important asset in securing a mate, with scarcity running a close second.  Since women’s perceptions are less easily manipulated by society, their preferences are still for men who display classically masculine traits.  In order for a heterosexual woman to break away from that aspect of her nature, she would have to fully distance sex from reproduction.  Men, especially weak ones, are more easily able to do this, so their perceptions of beauty are more malleable.

Women don’t generally understand game because both the mechanics and the stakes are different.  It’s not usually a problem unless a woman is overly vocal about her opinions on a side of the gender spectrum she doesn’t live in.  It also doesn’t help when the “men” she’s talking to are almost as far from manhood as she is.

Unlike myself, Lady Rain has no sympathy for the weak.  In a way, that’s unfortunate but admirable at the same time.  I sometimes envy certain women their naivete, and wish I could have afforded some of that.  However, I’ve never been socially a “hottie”, so those types of experiences would not have suited me as a well aging plain Jane wolf.  Graciousness, for me, is a matter of survival, whether I’m politely fending off drunk cubs, or pummelling the face of someone who stepped out of line.  Nobody gives a crap about my feelings aside of anger unless they’re my equals or above.

So Roissy’s reaction to me was that I should die.  I don’t deserve to live because I am not useful to him sexually, and I don’t pity myself for not being so.  I rather pity him because he is not sexually useful to me, but insists that he (along with his fellow mediocre masses he likes to call “the overwhelming majority” :: p.i.m.m. ::) should be so, regardless of his relative unfitness.

His reaction to Lady Rain is to accuse her of being a porn actress (implying  that she is a slut) and insult her son because he feels disrespected by her disagreement with him.  I don’t know her well enough to say, but from my observations it seems that just as I am intellectually and WTP out of his league, she is all that and slim.  Thus, having a key trait that is within the “overwhelming majority’s” preferences, her disagreement with him has more sting, even though her comments were perhaps less knowledgeable on game, but no more inflammatory than others.

People react not in proportion to offenses, but in proportion to the impact of an offense.  It is pitiable, in my opinion, for a heterosexual male to feel that disagreement warrants such an extreme reaction.  Disagreeing with him apparently makes him feel less worthy to live, and makes him feel exposed as if he is having his shame paraded in front of others.  A man, regardless of orientation, should not be so carried away by his emotions.

She disagreed with him.  It’s his blog.  He can disagree with her.  He can tell her she’s ignorant of game, doesn’t know what she’s talking about, and should consider silence until she does unless she has a specific question.  He could tune her out, or do as he did to me, and put her on moderation.  (I still don’t know why he lies about that when everyone knows.)

I do hope that the next time he delivers a “smackdown”, he doesn’t use a boomerang.  I winced when I saw that post, not for her, but for him.  Poor guy.  I hope one day all the game literature actually starts to kick in, and he learns how to refrain from letting himself get goaded into a sissy fit.

The porn actress is not her, and doesn’t look anything like her.  She looks like she could be a relative from Puerto Rico or something, but that’s due to an only slight resemblance.  So aside of the sissy fit nature of the post, he has shown himself to be so easily socially manipulated as to actually fall for the oldest internet sycophant yes-call in the book: comparing one’s opponent to a porn actress with only slight resemblance.

It hearkened back to the old days on Usenet when people posted photos of many overweight Black porn actresses, saying that they were me.

Well, Lady Rain, welcome to the internet.  Get used to it.  There are alot of pathetic excuses for maleness out there posing.  When you encounter them, leave them some dignity, and leave them to their delusions before they confirm their wussy nature.

It’s what I did, but I suppose you can’t save a person from their nature.  Eventually, this was going to happen to someone.  Better you than someone who was less of a woman.

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