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.
Tags: pathetic, sad, wuss
